Fractal Dreams

Right from the start, I know I’m not the studious type.
I was reviewing PHP for my upcoming website project, and things were really getting droll.
It didn’t help that it was already 1:36 in the morning when I was reading my books.

So my mind was (sort of) working this way:

“A good dynamic website needs three components: a server, a database and a….”
“…Need Sleep.”
“So, when a client (in this case, the browser) requests from the server….”
“…Want Porn.”
“To implement a for loop, all I have to do is…”
“…Hungry.”
“To call a function…. ah, screw this.”

In short, my mind was wandering around and my eyes were shutting down very, very slowly.
I thought of ways to get me back in the groove of studying. I slapped the overly large and worn out headset to my ears and played
ELO’s Mr. Blue Sky in full blast. In seconds, I was completely awake. But I found myself singing out loud, in notes so high my vocal chords strained:

“…MisterBlueSky…PleaseTellUsWhy…YouHadToHideAwayForSoLong…
SOoooo..LONG!..WhereDidWeWrong?“

Which was sung with my head shaking wildly along to the beat, with my shoulders shifting from side to side, like I was dancing some weird voodoo
dance.

Then I remembered that I was wearing a HEADSET.

I hear a really good song, the rest of the whole sleeping world hears my voice, which sounded like I was kicked in the crotch. And I really can’t understand
what I’m reading because I’m constantly reminded of Hodges (CSI Las Vegas) and his freakingly lucky day. It’s a disturbing thought.

So scratch that from the list.