All entries for Monday 04 September 2006
September 04, 2006
but then the microbiological denizens of my guts rebelled, and compelled me to stay at home. the revelation to stay at home came when i gruesomely packed a sickbag in my backpack.
if you remember this, then you have an insight into the pattern that my brain is currently processing the world with.
is it cooler to play a sci-fi-epic-game with expensive models painted by my own hand, or to do it on a computer? the computer messes with your mind when eyes are closed, or not paying attention to what is actually there . when i look at the imperfections of some wallpaper, i actually see (“will this go away”, fred interrupted, “when i get off substance d?”)
luckily, i have jolted my mind back into a snug fit with the world with some movies:
separated at birth?