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4:25:43am
in a germ-ridden bed
I am so sick. I keep waking up and I can't stop dreaming about symbol tables and byte offsets and machine learning on a spelling error corpus and whether automata and transducers will answer my expectations and debugging horrible logic errors in messily designed code.
Nightmarish, I know.
Is that an excuse for putting up a journal entry that is primarily a piece of spam? I don't know, but I loved this.