Segmentation fault.

kaigou has written a massive Avatar post, in response to my post here, which was in response to her comments here. I AM TOO TIRED TO THINK RIGHT NOW go over there.

Segmentation faults are what my brain's been giving me a lot of.

I'm trying to finish A Conspiracy of Kings, but I don't have access to the things responsible for that. I want to finish it, and also to do several other things, but I broke the code, and in between beginning and finishing this sentence I have gotten myself apple juice and a peanut butter sandwich on white bread, having reverted to a stable version of my brain. The version that is eleven.

I'm close to running out of tea, and was considering ordering more. But today a box came from Mom, and it had tea in it. I had a bunch of tea at home from Christmas and had asked her to send it to me last week, when I originally realized I was nearly out of tea. I DID NOT HAVE ACCESS TO THIS PORTION OF MY MEMORY.

I might trim my daily kanji goals.

In which I am unwittingly afflicted by a narrative.

I came back from a walk a few hours ago, just as it was starting to get dark. As I was getting close to the house, a passing car slowed nearly to a stop for no apparent reason. There was no one else on the street, and it didn't stop anywhere - it just sat there until I got into the yard and half-way up to the front step, then sped up again and left. Telling myself I was being paranoid, I tried to see the license plate number, but it was already too far away. The car was an old sedan with tinted windows, of the sort maidens are oft murdered in, in these degenerate days.

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