Okay, stabilized and feeling much better now. Feeling less like I'm just screaming into the void. Heeeeere we go.

Or...fuck. Am I just making this shit up? Delusional fantasies all over again? Because that would have been the best Idea from the entire scheme. So I must be making it up now, right?

Fuck. I hate this. Mood crashing hard.

Fuck. Not a good day. Really, really, realllllly not a good day.

Seriously, holy cow. How could I possibly have forgotten *that*?! What the hell? Human memory is weird.

I was, in part, inspired by a question that struck me one day last year, while talking to two strangers on a train: what happens if someone walks into a hospital and tells a crazy-sounding, but true, story? This book covers (among many things), my real experience of doing exactly that.

It's wild.

Sounds like something an LLM would say.

Chat GPT, experience this existential doomspiral for me.

It's a story of what it's like to be disbelieved by everyone in your life, and about trying to create a better future. Actually, I messed up that last post, because the subtitle is "A Memoir in the Key of Science Fiction", not just "in Science Fiction." It really is memoir, even if it reads like SF.