Diary 2024-12-08
Bad judgment calls, no time for writing this.
Bad judgment calls, no time for writing this.
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.
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
I can't tell if my arguments for why this shouldn't be a problem represent "a principled design decision" or "an ad-hoc bandaid fix".
Not much done, so planning for the future.