I know there's stuff in there, kind of why I'm getting sick of granola. [It's not entirely true. Eating is interesting. And good! And he can't time anything for shit until his body is giving him all kinds of crazy signals to interpret, that he knows exactly what they mean too, that the motions are automatic, because he's done this all before and also for the first time--

Ugh. No. Headache. Stop that.]

I mean, I'm pretty sure we stopped getting paid anyway. The Reds deleted the Blues from...everything. Who knows how to convert this shit to money that isn't foreign as fuck? Do they take credit cards?