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sessifetMost of you will probably know/remember the...ah...interesting side-effects of beetroot on certain aspects of a body's metabolism. For those of you who don't, go look it up on wikipedia. The rest of us will wait here for you.
When you've caught up, join us
Okay. We all here? All caught up? Good. Let's go:
I forgot.
I had beetroot and goat's cheese for lunch today.
Imagine the scene:
Brain: *hums idly*
Body: *does its thing*
Eyes: Nyargh! Red! Danger!
Monkey brain: Wha'? Oh shit! We're bleeding! We're not supposed to be bleeding! Danger, danger!
Cue the mental rundown of the list of horrible, horrible afflictions my mind can come up with in these circumstances (lots).
Body: *is preparing to keel over and die*
Monkey brain: Ohshitihshitohshit, this is not good, what have I done in the past few days, what's going on? Why me? I'm supposed to go out tonight. I'm too young to die! *panic*
Body: *impersonating pygmy marmoset on crack*
Clever brain: Erm...hang on...
Monkey brain: We're going down! We're dying!
Clever brain: I say, excuse me?
Body: *flails like a flailing flaily thing*
Monkey brain: Abandon ship!
Clever brain: I SAY! EXCUSE ME!
Monkey brain: Fuckfuckfu...whu?
Clever brain: We ate beetroot for lunch, remember?
Monkey brain: Huh?
Clever brain: *holds up picture of beetroot*
Monkey brain: Er...
Memory: *shuffles in belatedly* Ah...yes. Heh.
Cue noises of my brain getting its act together.
Brain: Sorry about that, folks. False alarm. Move along, nothing to see here.
Body: *twitch*
At least my housemates weren't around to see me zoom around the house like a monkey on speed (or see me trying to squint up my own orifices. Never a pretty sight, that.)
When you've caught up, join us
Okay. We all here? All caught up? Good. Let's go:
I forgot.
I had beetroot and goat's cheese for lunch today.
Imagine the scene:
Brain: *hums idly*
Body: *does its thing*
Eyes: Nyargh! Red! Danger!
Monkey brain: Wha'? Oh shit! We're bleeding! We're not supposed to be bleeding! Danger, danger!
Cue the mental rundown of the list of horrible, horrible afflictions my mind can come up with in these circumstances (lots).
Body: *is preparing to keel over and die*
Monkey brain: Ohshitihshitohshit, this is not good, what have I done in the past few days, what's going on? Why me? I'm supposed to go out tonight. I'm too young to die! *panic*
Body: *impersonating pygmy marmoset on crack*
Clever brain: Erm...hang on...
Monkey brain: We're going down! We're dying!
Clever brain: I say, excuse me?
Body: *flails like a flailing flaily thing*
Monkey brain: Abandon ship!
Clever brain: I SAY! EXCUSE ME!
Monkey brain: Fuckfuckfu...whu?
Clever brain: We ate beetroot for lunch, remember?
Monkey brain: Huh?
Clever brain: *holds up picture of beetroot*
Monkey brain: Er...
Memory: *shuffles in belatedly* Ah...yes. Heh.
Cue noises of my brain getting its act together.
Brain: Sorry about that, folks. False alarm. Move along, nothing to see here.
Body: *twitch*
At least my housemates weren't around to see me zoom around the house like a monkey on speed (or see me trying to squint up my own orifices. Never a pretty sight, that.)
