Something tells me it's obvious that I'm going to be distressed by account, and that my reason for being discerning is really good, trying to get me into self-inflicted self-abandonment to let everything go into a trust and stay in time as I please? Coming. Well, I don't think so, but I don't think so...

Oh, everything's troublesome. The beverage I drank to regain my composure also bounced in my stomach. It's starting to feel like an abnormal, incomprehensible, four-dimensional world that's exploding small and small. Well, maybe whatever...