Diary 2024-12-09
Did work earlier, so I can't do it now...
Did work earlier, so I can't do it now...
Bad judgment calls, no time for writing this.
It's fun basing creative decisions on fictional characters being pretentious jerks.
Introducing another project
"Oh boy, I want to keep typing, even though my head is foggy and my dominant hand is messed up." Why am I like this?
I can't make myself stop all the way, even when I maybe should.
This cutting-edge stuff? Hard. This established and documented stuff? Also hard. Hoo boy.
On the road; mostly just thought about stuff.
Nothing to see here.
I think the solution here is to figure out what the various nooks and crannies of OCaml's module system are for