Some days they are productive,
Whilst others waste away.
I hope this morning won't be bad.
I'd like to code, today!

Thinking of remakes,
Of bringing games back.
Trying to add,
All the things that they lack.

So many options.
Multiple choices.
Recommendations,
From too many voices.

I had a little slice of cheese,
A migraine then attacked.
I need to take more care with meals,
And check the things I've snacked.

Trying to do too much at once.
I need to rest a little.
But if I stop the task I'm at,
There's hundreds more to battle.

A busy day of code ahead,
This game is vaguely started.
I'll try to make it look quite good,
And not like it's halfhearted.

An idea started,
But not yet complete.
I doubt that I'll finish it,
Just in one week.

Another choon finished,
And more yet to come.
I like making music,
It's usually fun.

Sun shines all around,
But I'm not in the mood.
I'll be coding, indoors,
If that isn't too rude.

My coffee's getting colder.
I've been wide awake all night.
Preparing things for 3DS,
And hoping it's alright.

The noodles swirl around the bowl.
I stir them into action.
Then pluck them out upon a fork,
For tasty satisfaction.

I code and I build, then I post all the games,
That the players then get to enjoy.
They jump up and down to gather the gems,
And earn points for the things they destroy.

The game's nearly finished,
And things went quite well.
But now comes the screenshots,
And uploading hell.

Ants and Bees and Wasps and more.
Summer's here to stay.
I shut the door to keep them out,
And hope they'll go away.

The time it takes to fix a bug,
I could've made a game.
But then the game would crash and die,
With just myself to blame.

Another wasted night in bed.
I lay awake, too hot.
Watching YouTube things again.
My coding's gone to pot.

A heatwave.
Sun shining.
It's too hot,
I'm whining.

The weather is lovely,
Sun shining outside.
But I'll sit and code,
With my laptop inside.

The cat's been at the bin again.
She's scratched it with her claw.
The cupboard's full of meaty chunks,
And gravy's on the floor.

My old techniques are failing.
I need to learn anew.
To train my brain in modern styles,
There's lots that I must do.