There are times when I hate programming. Normally, these times occur when I'm three days away from a deadline, using a primitive language that I've barely touched for three years, and running out of inspiration. Welcome to Hell. It seems I managed to waste eight hours of work today; I spent the morning and afternoon grinding away at the web server, getting more and more desperate as time drew on. Nothing was working. I had no idea what I was doing. I didn't belong here. How on earth did they ever decide I was good enough to be here? Anyway, one two-hour break later, and I solve most of the problems in under an hour. At the moment, I'm stress-testing the server by sending an infinite series of requests. It's been running for about ten minutes, over 10000 connections, and it's still going. Of course, it's killing my computer at the moment, but that's to be expected. Now all I have to figure out is getting the client to work. The chances of me venturing outside this weekend are very remote...