||[May. 31st, 2002|05:53 am]
I remember reading this book about a boy and his robot companion when I was ten or so.|
Whenever the robot broke he'd just stop and say "error" or some shit, able enough to diagnose that something was wrong, but unable to say exactly what.
I always thought that was pretty fricking lame, and I always think of that stupid story when I'm trying to debug something but have no clue where to even look.
This morning I was debugging why I just suddenly woke up at 4am. I went to bed at 11:30. Surely my body wasn't content with 5.5 hours of sleep. So why am I up? No clue.
(heh ... tricked you into reading a boring sleep post by inverting the flow around from its normal "can't sleep" to "lame childhood story")