- Wed, 14:16: Me: I've ran out of bread and almost out of milk, we need to go shopping. My Brain: Well that is just too bad for you then, isn't it.
- Wed, 14:16: Damn my brain which has decided that today is a good day to do the gibbering in existential dread thing.
- Wed, 14:18: I know it sounds so dumb to not be able to go outside, it is just open the door and step through, but the door might as well be a brick wall
- Wed, 17:58: Spring must be coming. It is almost 18:00 and it's not pitch dark outside. Okay, we're pretty into the gloaming but still a bit of daylight.