Wednesday 12 November 2008

Brain: It Is Fried

Still feeling strange. And I think I'm ill. And I'm sure that the tequila cocktail I'm drinking isn't helping. I just went outside and spent half a cigarette staring at a plant. It's a weird, red leafed shiny plant that just appeared in our garden. I might steal some pieces of it later if it still fascinates me. I'm supposed to be writing assignments right now. Also supposed to be hoovering.
Ow. I just took a break from writing and managed to pour hot wax all over my hand and my room, and somehow I've developed the ability to ignore pain stimuli, so I spent far too long holding a hot oil burner and now my thumb is all red and hurty. Pips should not be allowed to play with fire.

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