Fahim ordered me to nap. Both yesterday and today. I’m tired, I feel tired, I look tired, I act tired. I am tired.
Other than that, well, nothing happened. I was sick. I blew my nose. I whined – if only in my own head. I napped. I read. I played computer games.
But the brain – well, it went on holiday. I think it’s enjoying itself in Venice. Or perhaps Rome. Maybe after that, it’s heading to Buenos Aires. I don’t really know. All I know is it’s gone, and hopefully, it’ll come back sometime.
G’night.
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