My brain is fuzzy, my eyes hurt, and I don’t feel like thinking this morning. I blame the humidity – also brain tumors. They’re an awfully convenient scapegoat. Sometimes, often enough, they’re the perp, the devious malefactor, the ravening horde looking to steal my good health (what’s left of it anyhoo), creativity, and critical thinking abilities. Not today though. My most recent MRIs showed that my meningioma farm is fairly stable. So today is about the weather, being old, tired, cranky, maybe a little dehydrated, and being in need of more CAKE dammit!
So then, in lieu of deep thoughts, here are some cartoons. Yur welcome. ‘scuse me now, I’m gonna take a nap.He spent day after day feeling uneasy and muddled, like someone who has mistakenly swallowed a thick swatch of cloud.
~ Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process.
~ Virginia Woolf
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| *sigh* as do we all, you absolute moldy turnip. *sigh* |
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