You stay up all night coding only to realize that you havent had any caffine in about 6 hours.
You start listening to music and see it properly indented in your head.
You think the cleaning lady is sining in tune.
You wonder why on earth anyone would make a programming language conform to such absolutely bizare rules of grammer but in a strange way it actually begins to make sense.
You start dreaming in recursion (if you have any time to dream).
You realize not only is it day but your project is due in 2 hours, which isnt enough time to even begin running it.
You start customizing your environment because you want it just right (and because further work on the program is futile).
You wonder when the invasion will begin.
You understand #8.
You write a list like this.
You start getting lost in the control syntax (i.e. () {} [] or other meaningless symbols that the high and mighty compiler programmers force down upon us its represion man fight back!).
You dream in 3-D ray traced graphics.
You fail to understand what life would be like without caffine.
You have a gif of your signifigant other and see that more then them.
You become mesmerized by Xeyes (look theyre following me).
You think some comments on this list are funny.
You start signing your name in octal (or binary) just cuz.
You know how to get 2lg(lg(N)) in a guess my number game.
You know more programming commands than actual words.
You realize that you have reached the end, and there is no closing command.