giving up on the day, possibly due to frozen milk

I probably ought to go to bed and as soon as I take a shower (which will happen promptly after I finish this post…), I will. I don’t know why I have such a time getting to bed, but I always seem to drag my feet about it. Tony commented once that he’s the same way, and it just feels like you’re giving up on the day. That idea has stuck with me, and I think I agree. If I go to bed now, who knows what cool stuff I could be missing! Usually for me, given my rather dull daily life (OMG why do you read this??), that cool stuff would be occurring online or somehow involving a computer.

So I’ve been working on a program for class wherein we’re supposed to write a rational class (i.e. a class that represents fractions) that supports dimensions (e.g. 1/2 foot, 2/15 Newtons, 1/4 seconds), and we’re to do it in Java and Smalltalk. My Java version is progressing nicely, I’m enjoying JUnit for unit testing, and it’s generally all going about as I planned (though with increased verbosity and frustration due to said verbosity that seems inherent in Java–grr). It makes me worry about the Smalltalk version, though, with Smalltalk’s lack of static typing and generics and interfaces and access control… Aaahhh! I’m sure I’ll come up with something and it’ll probably be quite akin to my Java implementation, and really, what has happened to me? I’ve been coding in C# so long that the dynamicness and duck-typing of Ruby seem more foreign now, all because of having to declare what my variable is and what interfaces it must implement and what methods it supports before I go using it. Darn conservative C#, wacking out my liberal Ruby zen.

All right, and now I will go to bed and I’m sure I’ll grumble to myself (and Jon, too, when I call him bright and early) when I have to get up for class tomorrow. I gave my milk a good thaw tonight (my fridge is serious) by running it under the tap till it was more or less liquid again, in most parts, enough to make some macaroni and cheese at least. So, I can make a nice latte in the morning with the already-scooped coffee that’s been sitting in the espresso-machine filter in the fridge since two days ago when I got a hankering to make a latte but was thwarted by my milk. Pfhew.