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sessifetI'm intrigued by my own brain at the moment. I can tell I'm not quite right, but I can't stop and be my normal self. It's like looking at myself through a thick window and the normal controls are currently offline for maintenance. So I get to sit there and watch myself throw a tantrum because the pasta is not done the way I wanted it, the pesto doesn't taste the way I wanted it and I didn't want pasta for dinner anyway and why am I being forced to eat this vile glop when I didn't want pasta for dinner to start with? Never mind that I said I wanted pasta for dinner because I obviously didn't because otherwise I'd not be so upset, but I'm hungry and no-one's feeding me and I have to think about stuff now and oh gods, make it stop.
The rest of me (the one with the coping skills and social graces and stuff) is behind the glass miming 'Oh gods. I'm so sorry, I swear I'm not usually like this!' while facepalming to infinity and wanting to die of embarassment.
Concussions are fun, yo!
The rest of me (the one with the coping skills and social graces and stuff) is behind the glass miming 'Oh gods. I'm so sorry, I swear I'm not usually like this!' while facepalming to infinity and wanting to die of embarassment.
Concussions are fun, yo!
