I’d say it me, but actually when I went to the doctor on the way to the office to get physicalled annually, she seemed to think I was doing very well. Ichor not too sweet, nerves transmitting impulses, etc. I should reflect some sound waves so they can count my organs, but that’s just a regular thing.

Arrived in plenty of time to go to the Big Boss Meeting (he did not assume a final form, there wasn’t even a different soundtrack, 5/10 at most) and eat a veggie burrito and maybe even do a little work.

Read: FLCL omnibus (Gainax, Hajime Ueda): The art style is sketchy, which is good for an air of surreality, but not so good for figuring out what’s going on in any given panel. Seems to mostly follow the anime, but I’m not sure about the end. Very confusing, so apparently it does have FLCL nature.

Read: Front Desk (Kelly Yang): A 10-year-old girl immigrates from China with her parents in 1990 and ends up helping them manage a hotel. MC is 10, so she makes the best of it, but white Americans of every age are horrifyingly racist to everybody, immigrants who made it are horrible to immigrants who are still poor, etc. Distressingly autobiographical.

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