My head's not empty it's filled with my brain. Using molten salt for CSF, but you can't win them all
Because I am at home to a migraine - no particular reason why other than sod's law - I cannot get my words in the right order. Seriously. Trying to format these sentences is just like, ugh, I don't know what word goes here. Wait, that one over there would be right, but then I'd have to fix the, um, thing, word for the view of time in writing. Casement? Punjab? Proprioception? Aha! Tense...
... What was I going to do about the tense? Something. Anyway, as well as words order wrong in the and casement, I am filled with unhelpful thoughts like 'Which Rails CMS should I fiddle with in a desultory fashion?', 'If I'm a recovering goth, why am I so shit at eyeshadow?' and 'Allotments, right? That's a load of hard work and dear god you can't even cope with the things you think you should be doing now are you some kind of mental?'
Weirdly though, I can remember the name 'John Cusack' and have only confused him with John Degenkolb and John Cooper-Clarke a few times in the last hour or so.
... What was I going to do about the tense? Something. Anyway, as well as words order wrong in the and casement, I am filled with unhelpful thoughts like 'Which Rails CMS should I fiddle with in a desultory fashion?', 'If I'm a recovering goth, why am I so shit at eyeshadow?' and 'Allotments, right? That's a load of hard work and dear god you can't even cope with the things you think you should be doing now are you some kind of mental?'
Weirdly though, I can remember the name 'John Cusack' and have only confused him with John Degenkolb and John Cooper-Clarke a few times in the last hour or so.