Jun 11
Six days after the series finale:
I have a localized, very private breakdown with trusted friends. It has absolutely nothing to do with the movie, but with a coincidence of events that coalesced into lumpy, crunchy brain stones, which have been in the process of passing.
Fresh new data: It takes my brain six days to process an abstract (har) trigger (in this instance). It's not like I didn't know that my autist ass is brutally slow at its job, but Jesus, load times.