Today I cut back the bushes around my house and wrote a long rambling article about how topology might be applied to solitaire. Fortunately before I posted my crap Doctor Sheldon Cooper intervened.

Cooper is an idiot-savant. I'm far worse; I'm just an idiot. I saw I might be talking shite.

My problem is that I think I'll be taken seriously, like that's going to happen. One of the most important duties of mine mind is to remind myself how small I am.

Shoot me with whatever you have, if I ever pretend to understand anything, ever again.

I've almost lost the plot of the why I'm doing this, this OU stuff, it seems so hard.

I will win, somehow.