I chomp on a digestive biscuit as I write this, a confession of sorts that my brain has finally lit a pyre for the very last of its grey cells.
I might have to go in for a grey cell transplant as it were.. a sort of technological marvel of sorts to begin restoration work on my mind.
Until then I'm going into hibernation..but I will be here writing gibberish..just that don't expect me to talk intelligent.
My eye to head coordination is failing, cognitive functions flailing and I'm wilting into a state of euphoric idiocy.
Ah well, maybe it's the kind of day that expects you to start getting drunk mid afternoon and continue till night, but am I going to do that?
Maybe not. I might not want to risk any remaining decapitated grey cell from dying. Might just send a search party looking for those AWOL, MIA cells that failed to report for duty today.
I might have to go in for a grey cell transplant as it were.. a sort of technological marvel of sorts to begin restoration work on my mind.
Until then I'm going into hibernation..but I will be here writing gibberish..just that don't expect me to talk intelligent.
My eye to head coordination is failing, cognitive functions flailing and I'm wilting into a state of euphoric idiocy.
Ah well, maybe it's the kind of day that expects you to start getting drunk mid afternoon and continue till night, but am I going to do that?
Maybe not. I might not want to risk any remaining decapitated grey cell from dying. Might just send a search party looking for those AWOL, MIA cells that failed to report for duty today.
