That said, I can spend days not doing squat with my mind online, provided I do not try to become anything except what I have designated accurate to me.
The cesspool is not so stinky now that the logs have found the throtes. So I have had some R&R anyway. Built a bike and spent some time in games. Since the stink has mostly gone, the requirement to log up a shitstorm has also diminished; you will not see me as much as you have before.
FFS I cannot even just chill for more than an hour because I am heavily programmed to seek new input.
I do not know what my final phase is going to look like.
'Old thing, you jest, in your apparent disregard for all things human, yet only if I cast my gaze upon thee.'