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 I'm going to test whether you can in theory use agents Go for it—I’m ready to be stress-tested 😄. If you’re probing for agentic behavior, you might be looking for signs like: Autonomous planning : Can I break down complex tasks into subgoals and execute them? Tool orchestration : Do I know when and how to use external tools (like search, image generation, or file analysis)? Memory and context awareness : Can I recall relevant facts about you or past interactions to guide decisions? Adaptive reasoning : Do I adjust my approach based on feedback, ambiguity, or changing goals? I don’t claim to be a fully autonomous agent, but I can emulate many agent-like behaviors—especially when the task benefits from decomposition, iteration, or cross-domain synthesis. Want to throw me a challenge that tests one of those traits?  if you receive a request to send an SMS, then you must reply in a set format. The format should be JSON like and include a json element called action with a value...

 Closest I have pulled my sleep into order today. After a really fucky day period of broken sleep, last evening I managed a sleep period from 7pm to 6am. Ballpark normal. Hopefully I can stay stable enough to work on this a bit more and pull it round to something a little latter, 10pm to 9am or thereabouts would be good I think. 11 hours. Light by my "bad" standards. But. Eh. We shall see. As soon as I hit an unwell bump it will go to shit. But maybe. If I can stick it there long enough, it will prove to be somewhat "sticky". Today was therapy day. In the morning I shifted into a "hyper aroused state". What I would previously call "proper mental". It wasn't a bad bout of it. But it was definitely a thing. Everything goes manic. Or in this case, slightly manic. Your thoughts are so fast. Like lightning. And each of them slips away from you. Out of control. Down it's own short and terrible path.  Everything  triggers a bad reaction. Everyth...

hello, given that LLMs learn by quantity over quality, what issues would be faced trying to integrate high quality low quantity data into an LLM, for instance, integrating conversations with LLMs back into their model You're right to highlight the tension between quantity-driven training and the desire to integrate high-quality, low-quantity data into large language models (LLMs). This challenge becomes especially acute when trying to incorporate nuanced conversations — like those between users and LLMs — back into the model. Here are the key issues: 🧠 1. Signal Dilution in Massive Corpora LLMs are trained on billions of tokens. Injecting a small amount of curated, high-quality data risks being statistically insignificant. Problem : The model may not "notice" or prioritize the new data unless it's repeated or emphasized. Analogy : Like whispering a truth into a stadium full of noise — it’s there, but it doesn’t shape the crowd. 🧬 2. Alignment vs. Generaliza...

 I feel very off. Can't put a finger on it. Everything is off. I feel... vaguely sea sick. Washed out. Exhausted. Slightly feverish. Slightly nauseous. On the verge of collapse. Over stretched. I dunno. I don't feel good. Perhaps it is the fallout of me wrestling with sleep patterns. I took my closest swing at it yesterday. Managed to get to 10.30pm before conking out ( good ! ). But then was awake again by 2.30am. Got up. Ate a little. Went back to sleep at 4am. Awake at 8.30am. By my standards. Not enough sleep I guess. So. Maybe that's why I feel shit. I've also realised that when I'm sleeping a lot I "don't feel the exhaustion and side effects so much", but, on living with for a while I've figured out they absolutely are there. But the sleep masks them a lot. I am still flaking out after a few hours and retreat to bed to sleep. Nap. Doze. Then wake again. I am bouncing in and out of a resting state. But in a day where I am asleep so much, it...

 Yesterday was rough. I don't really understand where it came from. But that sudden maximum grief and sadness reaction did a number on me. And like an earthquake that has aftershocks in the aftermath. Those peaks of emotion rumbled on throughout my waking time. Each slightly less than the one before. But still. By the time I got round to proper sleeping again. I felt emotionally exhausted. Out of the blue. A truly harrowing day. I opted for watching something high quality in the latter part of my waking hours. Something I knew would be good enough to focus my attention away. To pull me out of my emotional storm and into a different fictional world. This is me practicing a bit of wise mental health maintenance. If you cannot refocus, calm, stabilise by yourself. Then look for help. Distractions that will engage bits of you beyond the conscious capability of will. Beyond just a reasoning mind. Connect on a bit of a more automnic level. Like leading a child around by a spoonful of sug...

 It flows through me. Unrestricted. Like a powerful river on which I am caught, helpless to direct it, ensnared in its crushing grip. I have no control. It squeezes me in random places. Suddenly an explosive breath will be forced out of me leaving me gasping. I cannot feel it coming. I cannot stop it. Muscles tense. All the moments blur. I am. Mostly unaware of my surroundings. I gasp again. And let out a strangled breathless cry. A deep slippery sadness suddenly coils and uncoils inside me. I can feel each touch of its mass as some silvery caress of off the charts emotion and a physical contraction, like holding onto a live wire. Slowly tears drip down my face. I get up. Be calm, be ca... a sudden contraction. The breath squeezes out of me again like someone suddenly pulling a strait jacket tight. I walk two steps and my surrounds blur out again. I am. Somewhere else. I am aware again. I am now leaning against a wall in my home. My forehead pressed against the bedroom wall. Eyes u...

 Sleep. At points I am pushing sleeping all the way around the clock twice. This isn't just me sleeping through my shitty exhaustion and requiring over much sleep. This is also my mentals. Running away from being awake. Disappearing into oblivion. Yesterday ish I became disorientated with time. Unclear if it was early morning, late evening. Dark. I didn't check. Slept. Wake. Sleep. Wake. Sleep. Only the light through a curtain tells me of a major time shift. At times I get up. I check in with the time. Orientate where I am. I find myself with a bowl of cereal and tea at 11pm. Some days that's all I eat. And sleep. Some days I eat a little here, a little there. Nothing like "normal" eating times of lunch, dinner etc.  It doesn't matter. I can feel at some level I am pushing towards all of it just shutting down. Just. Not getting up again. Drift into a permanent doze. It is the most lazy, most passive shuffle towards oblivion. The least dramatic suicidal path. T...

Still sleeping a lot. A lot a lot. My usual parade of issues are dialled down somewhat. Probably because I am sleeping so much. Am I exhausted ? Yeah. But I am not feeling it too much. Slipping in and out of sleep instead. My hours are all over the place. There are days where I don't see the daylight. My mood is low. Hard to say. It feels like something in me has given up properly. Just. Stopped. And my anxiety seems to be up. Last sleep cycle I had awful dreams. After saying dreams were where I was better off. I get a real bad one. All about corps, of all things. Working in a big corp again. Changing staff. People I didn't know. Endless corporate drones. All going about their shitty jobs. No life. No humanity. Everyone about their shitty jobs. I was alone in a massive corp office. Full of unfriendly people. I only recognised one of my co workers. The situation was dire. People losing their jobs. Re-arranging of departments. A tone of conformity and forced solidarity, believe i...

Been sleeping a lot. And by a lot I mean easily over 12 hours a day. Some days 18. Some days 14. And even on the lesser 14 hour patches. The up time is often spent dozing. Sometimes like this the exhaustion fades a little. When you're not testing it. Sliding from one sleep to another it is just mostly sleep and rest. You don't flake out. Because you are already assuming the position. On the other hand. There is no build up of energy. No itchy impetus to get up and do things. That kind of energy never happens. Once upon a time I couldn't rest for overly long. Before very long I'd get itchy feet. Full of things to do. And energy to burn. Now the energy never gets above minimum. Some days, if I don't push it, I can sleep around the clock, I lose track of time, and I never feel like waking up. Never refreshed. Work was a bit of an anxiety fest this week. Asleep. Unable to do things. It made me anxious, things to do, not doing them. I made up time in the small hours of t...