panic, rochester-style

my brain does not work properly, and i have figured this out.

what is required is a physical change of components and connections. requiring severings, reconnections, soldering grinding and welding, brazing, etc. of actual little tiny components and synapses inside my head.

until this is able to happen, i think that i am fucked, and i must act with verility to barrage myself with distractions.

right now, i am going to find out what it is like to walk out my door and go somewhere new.

this is not the night to see the ocean, though.