On the couch, Saturday night, and a dim light flickers and warm up the mood of my room’s wall. Waiting midnight, like an owl, like a bat, like those stray cats watching society get drunk from a far up roof. It’s calm here, and far away, a bomb explode who knows where. Stream of thoughts, and I change stuff in the code, and it compiles, and I yawn and the computer is not tired, never ever. Darling’s sleeping, and I should join her soon. Everybody’s gonna die, everybody’s gotta live, everything is said, we miss you Mr. Miller. Oli’s not there, where are you old pal? Come back here! That was for the context, and like my darling’s say, I’m clicking and clicking on the keebs, refactoring parts of the code, ‘cause now the house is like after a 21’ kid birthday party. Invoice sent, mom’s texting me, thinking 'bout implementing some atmospheric cloud mechanics for the game, and applying for some jobs, and answering to friends and back and forth to the fridge for Fritz Kola. News are terrific for some, terrifying for others, and here we go friends, ainsi va le monde. My German learning class started great last month, and crashed on the ground in February. Up and down, you gotta do what you gotta do, to live up, or at least to cheers up, and prost, and I’m gonna pick up the phone, ciao people!