So i work Thursday through to Sunday leaving me three days off. So for almost two days straight I pump line after line of code into my game. Then about 5.15pm i get a phone call from work,
“Where are you?”
“What do you mean where am I? Im at home on the computer.”
“Well your shift started 5 minutes ago.”
“What do you mean?”
“What day do you think it is?”
A hole frikken day.
How did i lose a whole frikken day?
Well i hope the coding gods are happy.
You do eat, sleep and go to the bathroom, right!?
Well, I have some kind of pseudo-week consisting of 6 days, since Friday to Sunday has kind of melted together… Does that count?
Dear lord.
Yes, I’ve had that happen. Many times. I know that I ate (There are plates around), I know I drank stuff (There are can stacks nearby), and I know I went to the bathroom (Because there is obviously none of that sort of waste in my vicinity). How these things came about? I don’t know. Did I end up sleeping? If I did, I dreamed of code (Which happens with a distressing frequency).
You sir, know exactly what I am talking about. Days become measured in lines of code, not orbits of the Earth.
Or, days become measured in the number of times you ran your code and it did what you expected. Those become the milestones of your life, instead of those rather infrequent attempts to steal time to sleep from fingers and brain that still feel the need to lay out lines of code.
Dear lord, I’ve had FSM enter my dreams.
you guys need to get laid
srsly, programming is not supposed to be a drug D:
Hey! I managed to go see my girlfriend during this stint 
I just have a horribly addictive personality.
One of those nights i went to bed at about 2 am with a problem still lingering. Some time later i get up and type a line of code in and it works. So im quite happy until I look at the time and its 4.30… I must have been subconsciously thinking about it for 2 and half hours. Just creepy.
My psychiatrist diagnosed me as “addicted to programming.” I’m dead serious. No joke. I’m supposed to not use the computer for 90 days. Oh god, I’m on the computer!
Now we know what led to this:
Oh, I certainly talk to/deal with my girlfriend and family.
In fact, I know that I got up during those periods and manage to be a fully formed and functioning example of a human being. I cooked food for the family, prepared lunches, went to the store. I know I did these things. I just don’t remember doing any of this!
I do, however, know that I my TwoDimensionalArray class passed all of the unit tests I designed for it. xD
This one? int[][] :point:
I don’t know how you could go to bed with that problem nagging at you >_< it’d drive me crazy.
lol 
I went to sleep and dreamed of the world of Naruto. Where one of the bad guys had an FSM attack. It jumped from person to person, based on their interactions. If the person carrying it met me, it was neutralized. Or if they were killed from a distance. I spent the whole dream being an error state in an FSM.
And it was more complicated than that. It was an attempt to make a semi-efficient TwoDimensionalArray that allowed operations like copying, size checks, taking sub-sections and the like.
I love it when the alarm clock goes off waking me up early, walk towards the bathroom to take a shower, pause for a sec… run back to the bedroom, grab my cellphone, pull up the calendar… Today is my day off! And I’m up before the kids are. Time to get in some decent programming hours. I love that feeling. But then the wife comes down stairs shortly after and asks “Have you been on that thing all night long?”
I do the whole laying in bed, plotting the next couple of procedures and coming up with solutions to problems, I’ve even coded in my sleep. I remember waking up in the middle of the night thinking “that would totally work”, but I never get up to type the code… If only I could type in my sleep.
When I was younger, I used to gauge what day it was based on the amount of code that I had. I remember the feeling of sadness when a 3 day weekend was over and it seemed that I had accomplished squat. Getting home from school and opening my math book to pull out a quiz that I had jotted pseudo code on the back of, to implement it. A lot of my coding is done this way now. I’ll bring home, from work, drawings, diagrams, formulas, pseudo code, game maps, etc on blank paper swiped from the fax machine. When the wife and kids are in bed it’s code time. Sometimes it’ll be midnight and I tell myself “I can wrap this last bit up in a couple of minutes before bed” then when I get it done it’s like 3:00.
I assume that I’m not alone, when deciding on a super power, I’d pick the ability to create a bubble around me with about a 6 foot radius. Everything on the inside would work as normal, everything on the outside would be paused in time. I could code forever and sleep as much as I want, and still have time to do the things that I must do.
Hmm, I’d add in something about not aging while in the bubble.
And yes, I’ve actually managed to put those wake-in-the-middle-of-the-night code instances to use. In fact, some chunks of code like that have made it into a multi-billion dollar company’s hands.
Yea, I’ve thought about that too, but then I get into the physics behind it and deem it all impossible with the electricity outside being paused in time and not being able to reach the computer to make it work.
Clearly the bubble would be somewhat similar to Magneto’s and charged with electricity. 
I do the same thing! All the problem solving logic is done, then you just get home and type it into the computer! And not to mention you got paid to do it ;D
If you say so, I don’t feel the addiction yet to be honest.
Or did you mean you are susceptible to addictions?