Bing bong

I crash into a bean bag in the library. It's been one of those logistical Sundays, I've destroyed my todo list after 6 hours of crossings-off, the phone is still cooling off after the admin conversations of life, and throughout all this I've had a vision of ending up in one of the uni library's bean bags - the perfect place to learn some code.

I print my ass into the beanbag with the air of someone who will be here for a long time. Feels good. I've gathered food, water, books, pens and some big chunky earphones and I set out my laptop as if it is the last thing I will ever do. I tweak the cushion and take my shoes off. All that work this morning means I've managed to build a four hour hole here. This could be fantastic. As I push the power button an announcement comes over the PA:

"Bing Bong. This library will be closing in five minutes. Please finish what you are doing."

F**K!!!!!