Reset Forty-Nine, Day Eighty-Two

All day Sunday I felt quite stupid. Perhaps I've gotten more realistic in my old age. I managed to move a couple of pieces of trivial information between unimportant places on the Idernet, and couldn't help but cringe a bit when I felt almost as though I'd accomplished something. This whole collapse of civilization thing is exhausting, especially when one is pointlessly trying to crash a party to which one was not invited. And if none of that makes any sense, don't worry, it doesn't to me either. That's just what's in my decaying brain. Maybe it's actual metaphors, and maybe it's just random misfires of failing synapses. But you can see why I feel stupid. I probably am.