I have begun irretrievably regressing into infancy. HG has conquered me. I am a baby now. I sleep fitfully, have no sense of past or present, pay no attention whatsoever to my appearance (or my smell), eat only what is given me, cry for no reason, and am losing my ability to communicate using language. If I had time to go to the store, I'd probably start wearing diapers. Like Gregor in The Metamorphosis, I have no idea how this came to be. One morning I woke up with my arms and legs wriggling in the air.
The picture above was taken this morning, as the transformation became complete.