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I think I have a thing-which-I-shall-call-a-cold. Thursday was just odd, in that I was halfway to work when I was seized by the idea that I should crawl into the back seat of the car and go to sleep right now. Luckily for eveyone else on the Bristol ring-road I had enough working brain left to realise that this was probably a bad idea.
(The other thing that happens is that I have a bright idea for a thing, and then about twenty seconds later think that it's stupid or forget what it was in the first place. I mean, that first set of sentences was going...)
Friday was mostly about not knowing what time it was, in that things were either taking forevs. or see parenthetical statement above.
Saturday involved wanting to claw my face off.
Today, I dunno. Everything is rubbish and my face still won't unscrew. Bastard.
On the other hand the Japanese gardener's knife seems to be a fine thing.
(The other thing that happens is that I have a bright idea for a thing, and then about twenty seconds later think that it's stupid or forget what it was in the first place. I mean, that first set of sentences was going...)
Friday was mostly about not knowing what time it was, in that things were either taking forevs. or see parenthetical statement above.
Saturday involved wanting to claw my face off.
Today, I dunno. Everything is rubbish and my face still won't unscrew. Bastard.
On the other hand the Japanese gardener's knife seems to be a fine thing.
