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Lunchtime. Still in jarmies. Haven't the energy for pronouns etc.
Either I have early-onset dementia or this leaving-the-training business is having quite an effect. Rather like deep-seam mining. Invisible on the surface but deep seismic rumblings. It took 4 goes at making brownies before they were edible. I forgot to put the sugar in one lot, for god's sake. I probably already said that, but I've forgotten. Yesterday I drove merrily along in a blindingly bright day with my car lights not only on, but on full beam. They must have loved me, the poor buggers sitting in front of me. I do things and seconds later have no recollection of doing them, until someone points me to the ocular proof. Now that's scary.
Kink party last night. Had a hot and bothered trying-on session, and then a puddling little crisis about not being able to fit into stuff from a few years ago. Piles of rubber strewn across the bedroom floor and a boiled haggis impersonation on the bed. Almost didn't go. Decided at gone midnight to go after all (there's another story there). Flung on a latex dress I'd forgotten I had, on account of it being the paradigm of thin-weather wear. Not only did it go on, it garnered a small portfolio of compliments AND it was comfortable. Body, I do not understand thee.
Something is definitely up in the brain department (which, in spite of a troll's lifetime of study, training and practic(s?)e, I do not understand either). Can't make the most basic sentences work. Had to think for about 30 seconds how to say that I forgot correctly. I have forgot? I forgotten? Sort of thing.
Only thing is pottery. Which is now finished for two months. And on account of my trip to the UK, three months for me. Fingers, how will you cope without? It's as if all of me goes unconscious, draining through my fingerends into dank, lymphatic mud.
I just spent an obscene amount of time LJ hopping. Someone whose chimney I fell down is doing a photo a day. I thought I'd like to do that. Forgetting that the camera won't talk to the computer and all the heavehohs of whatdyamacallit...thingoh...see, nouns, massively fugitive little buggers...take a running jump________FLICKR (which is at least now possible, thanks to some kind help).
I want to make up some baskets with goodies and give them to people I don't know.
Either I have early-onset dementia or this leaving-the-training business is having quite an effect. Rather like deep-seam mining. Invisible on the surface but deep seismic rumblings. It took 4 goes at making brownies before they were edible. I forgot to put the sugar in one lot, for god's sake. I probably already said that, but I've forgotten. Yesterday I drove merrily along in a blindingly bright day with my car lights not only on, but on full beam. They must have loved me, the poor buggers sitting in front of me. I do things and seconds later have no recollection of doing them, until someone points me to the ocular proof. Now that's scary.
Kink party last night. Had a hot and bothered trying-on session, and then a puddling little crisis about not being able to fit into stuff from a few years ago. Piles of rubber strewn across the bedroom floor and a boiled haggis impersonation on the bed. Almost didn't go. Decided at gone midnight to go after all (there's another story there). Flung on a latex dress I'd forgotten I had, on account of it being the paradigm of thin-weather wear. Not only did it go on, it garnered a small portfolio of compliments AND it was comfortable. Body, I do not understand thee.
Something is definitely up in the brain department (which, in spite of a troll's lifetime of study, training and practic(s?)e, I do not understand either). Can't make the most basic sentences work. Had to think for about 30 seconds how to say that I forgot correctly. I have forgot? I forgotten? Sort of thing.
Only thing is pottery. Which is now finished for two months. And on account of my trip to the UK, three months for me. Fingers, how will you cope without? It's as if all of me goes unconscious, draining through my fingerends into dank, lymphatic mud.
I just spent an obscene amount of time LJ hopping. Someone whose chimney I fell down is doing a photo a day. I thought I'd like to do that. Forgetting that the camera won't talk to the computer and all the heavehohs of whatdyamacallit...thingoh...see, nouns, massively fugitive little buggers...take a running jump________FLICKR (which is at least now possible, thanks to some kind help).
I want to make up some baskets with goodies and give them to people I don't know.