My brain is taxed at the moment by a new computer, a new way in which I'll connect to the world. Eventually. At the moment, nothing is feeling quite right. Nothing is in the right place. My fingers don't feel connected. They don't feel like they're going to go anywhere. I am not able to type quietly. This is a new start. A new machine. We'll see if the brain will begin working soon.
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.