The Butterfly Theorem 15: Reindeer Games

In which, I see something I don’t want to and freak out.

So what did Greg tell me when he finally showed up?

First of all, that I “looked like shit,” and that if this was the sort of state I was finding myself in every morning, he’d happily donate a few hours to help me take stock of my life and figure out what I was doing to lower my seizure threshold.

I told him that any discomfort I might be suffering was deliberately undertaken after a fully informed analysis of the…