Diary 2022-07-23
Imagine fighting a dude and there's a bunch of mice or something trying to give you a pep talk, that'd be so weird.
Imagine fighting a dude and there's a bunch of mice or something trying to give you a pep talk, that'd be so weird.
What does this year want from me? Blood?
This rate of progress is a little frustrating, but I have plans for the weekend...
It's a shame that I used up all of my writing juice, or whatever.
Progress, not all of it exciting.
I will not fork darglint, I will not fork darglint, I will not fork darglint...
Napoleon is, like, so vital to making me tolerate using Sphinx for docstrings...
I think I used all of my focus today on work.
I don't think the rabbits were supposed to dig this deep...
I wonder if this is what it feels like to spend all that time sanding those knives made of things that no sane person would make a knife out of.