Here I sit holding my head, lamenting over a thread long dead, drowsy eyes longing for a cosy bed so much that a thread once green now appears red. To sleep or not to sleep that was the question, in these cubicles - the coder's last bastion. Debugging the code had taken its toll, felt like my head had a big hole. Single-stepping thru the mammoth code, I hardly remember dozing off on the keyboard. Until I was awakened by that familiar sound of my manager barking on the phone like a bloodhound.
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