Diary 2021-10-21
So tired... head hurt...
So tired... head hurt...
I don't remember what I had planned. It's almost as if something is impairing my cognitive functions...
Laying some important groundwork.
A partial list of things I need to change about MOTR.
"I don't think I have anything else to say." *spontaneously types a bunch of crazy-sounding ideas*
Feeling a bit wrung-out.
"I don't know which of these assumptions might be wrong, so I guess I'll try running it and see what blows up."
I think compressing modal qualifiers is supposed to be "acceptable" under some circumstances, maybe, but it's certainly not clear in these circumstances.
I don't gamble with money. I gamble with "Is this remotely the intended way to accomplish this task?" I don't know how to tell if I've won or lost.
I feel like I can't trust my eyes not to hurt my brain again.