“I must code.” It was 4am. I was labouring on a java function, probably animating an arachnid of sorts trying to spin its web. It was downright hideous, but oh so beautiful. A righteous code. But I couldn’t get it to work. I was drinking more and more espresso, pounding the keyboard, and muttering obscenities to a big bulky screen. It was 1995 before I even knew that I would soon create a web agency. And java was the future*.
The damn thing would not work. I kept coding. I must code. At around 6:30am I fell asleep in my chair, hand cradling the cup of espresso, and despair at having lost hours and hours of sleep to a silly spider.
The next day, late morning, waking up in my chair, I looked at the code for five minutes. Threw in a semi-colon. And it worked.
Take a break, it will always work tomorrow.