I think I broke my brane

I've read so much stuff at such a speed over the last two days, trying to get books back to the library before the OS trip, that I think I burned something out. This morning on the bus I couldn't make head nor tail of the fairly straightforward nonfic I'd brought with me. Sometimes this happens when you write too much and you abruptly lose the ability to parse English, but I've never had it happen from reading before.

This possibly led to a dizzying moment of Zen when I realised that God, too, would be marked by emptiness. Oh my head.