Blergh. This was an 11-hour day: work from 9am-8pm straight (though I was up at 5:45 and managed a solid workout in the morning). It was one of those days where the code does the ass-kicking. No amount of debugging prowess or input manipulation could explain why my programs were cranking out numbers that didn’t make any sense–unless, of course, throwing out 99% of your data at random always confers an increase in classification accuracy. Yeah, didn’t think so.
I knew this month was going to be brutal. I just hope it’s not 11-hour workdays, 7 days-a-week brutal. I could use a break here and there.
The Lady took me out for froyo in the evening. She’s pretty much wonderful.
Saw my first bunny in Pittsburgh on the CMU campus!
Theatre of Consciousness 