Feeling better

That's me. Smelly bastard. That's at about 23pm at work. The beer came free. yay.

I had a hell of a week. We had several deadlines coming up at work this week, and in addition to that my main-co-worker had one week off. So I was pretty much alone and had to work on things I didn't know jack about because they had been his tasks before. I worked like mad, organized, structurized, and tried as hard as possible to somehow meet these deadlines. The deeper I got into it, the more I lost contact to the real world outside of my 4 Screens at work. They say that programmers, when really situated in a problem, leave the material world and enter something described as (couldn't-find-it-on-wikipedia). That kind of thing happened to me. I stopped talking to my co-workers, sat all day with my iPod in front of the screens and coded like mad, reimplemented a bluetooth-interface, reimplemented a http-interface and debugged some c-parts of our software (which was quite difficult since I only code c once every 3-4 months so I had to 'get into it' again). Even after work, at home, I didn't leave this state and thus I cared less and less for my outer me. I stopped shaving, I stopped showering, I stopped eating, and more or less lived on coffee and water. On friday then the non-plus-ultra happened and I fetched a cold which resulted in a terrible headdache throughout the whole day, making it even more difficult for me to concentrate on the subject. We kinda missed the deadline, but we kinda managed to still fullfill the task. Difficult to explain. I have one week off work now. I feel better now. The cold is gone and I showered. And I shaved. And I ate again (good argentinian meat). And I answered mails, And I talked to a friend via phone (real world (!)). And I spend one whole day outside.
So. I'm back. And I'm still on fire.