This month has all the trappings of a phenomenal screwup. It's surprising how clear your thinking becomes when you're up against moments like this; the point at which you quit worrying and start kicking ass, even if it is your own. The trick that I
must learn is to maximize return on these precious periods of obscene brain activity, to channel as much clocks as possible to some worthwhile endeavor, say like making Fuck-You-Money.
A curious truth about people: they always git wot they will git. Their world-lines are more or less fixed. After a certain threshold you just get more electrons popping out; you cannot increase their energy. It's enough to ensure that your photon stream is focused. It's enough.
