I cannot squeeze any more Chinese out of my brain juices. Every single neuron has been figuring out how to link these 词s together. Every little dendrite has been working furiously to produce Chinese characters. Every synapse is fueled by the need to churn out different ways to repeat the same point to lengthen my essay.
Except when I take my mini-breaks where I play half a game of Minesweeper.
I'm exhausted. Chinese enervates me.
(Half a game, because I always either misclick on something or am forced to guess between the proverbial last two boxes, each with equal chances of being safe/the one with the mine.)