My code is handing me a lot of lemons today. In the form of error messages and ridiculously unreasonable results. I debug and solve some problems, just to have new ones crop up. This was supposed to be a very simple piece of programming. My supervisors are disappointed, and I feel so stupid. I’m useless at programming. Even in Python, the simplest programming language on the planet, I manage to fuck everything up. And I suck at maths. What am I doing with my life? I’m not worthy to study astronomy. I’m about as much of an astronomer as Rincewind is a wizard. The only reason I haven’t been kicked out from the university is because they need someone to keep around to blame for all the things that go wrong, and to make everyone else look like a genius in comparison.
… yeah. Self-esteem level hardly detectable today. Fuck this shit, for now. I’m gonna spend the rest of this evening writing, and pretend that it doesn’t matter how useless I am at it. *puts on hat saying WRITTER*
Having an office on the 8th floor has its upsides. Autumn Christchurch is pretty.
Love and lemons,
Winterdragon
