Thomas Salter Junior Brain Chemistry set

I can't say I'm best keen on feeling like this.

It's as if I'm at the bottom of a pond and way up there in the dangerous atmosphere stuff there are moving shapes and shiny objects that not two days ago I was throwing about with gay abandon. Those would be abstract concepts and descriptions of emotional states. I know I had them once, and I could hold some of them in my head and look at them from underneath or shake them a bit to see how they rattled. Just not right now.

To borrow a line from Buffy, 'Fire average.'

(Or, closer to my reality, 'Linux filthy aggregation of wrongness with twat-magnet licence', 'Mmmm. Tea.' and 'Humppa!')