Diary 2019-09-11
Every minute I stray further from lucidity.
Every minute I stray further from lucidity.
Something something lazy Sunday.
Don't be like me. Have good judgment.
This tiny repository brought to you by Poetry.
It almost worked on the second try. Pretty cool.
What was once a nightmare of copy-and-pasted code run through with minor patches, will now be... probably a couple dozen lines of code.
There's dead code in Divide and Cover. Why is there dead—
I wish it were easier to distinguish burnout from background-level executive dysfunction.
My body will remember how to handle a basic amount of exercise eventually.
Everything is sore.