Raphaell〜日記

I find it curious how one minute you're crawling the floors, because air is too heavy to breathe it without gagging, and then out of nowhere, you're just like a portrayal of Buddha, with some beams thrown in, just at the fact that 'math exists'.
I wonder, can I keep on claiming I am ..sane? But then, it is really hard to define insanity. So.

I don't know whether it is because of the combination of summer, heart condition, asthma and phlegmatism or something else, however I do know that it is hard to breathe. Harder than usual, than before, I mean.
I'm writing here because among reading diaries, specific persona diaries, subject research notebooks, project planning notebooks, address books, planners, passbooks, temp note books and sketchbooks, I still haven't been able to procure a Bug Log. And it's already been a while since I've thought "seeing as I can't remember a thing, it might be a good idea to write down everything that seems to be a malfunction of the system, so that I can think about it rationally and say something to those bastard bunch charged with my maintainance". Not getting anywhere though.
More importantly, it kind of sucks how I can't move too freely.