The reading on Foucault has destroyed my higher thinking functions.
The strain of trying to think of something to write, either here or for the Boar, has destroyed my mid range thinking functions.
My lower thinking functions haven’t been speaking to me since I started an MA rather than get an nice easy McJob, preferably not at McDonalds itself (they were hanging in for HMV).
MMy hip is playing up for no reason other than it wants attention.
Football has destroyed all my legs muscles, and the ones in my right arm and shoulder…
...and going on Adoptions to Score has cost me my hearing. Again. Why must I be so conscientious about wearing earplugs at nights where it’s my sort of music, but throw me to the shit music and I go in without any chance at all.
I suspect Score is also, perversly, responsible for my sore throat.
So how come I feel really on top of everything? S’all good. I think it has much to do with not being a pigeon.
I love how stupid the world is.