Diary 2024-12-08
Bad judgment calls, no time for writing this.
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
Eesh, this stuff is confusing