But I do have a saviour.
The magic and majesty of StumbleUpon has brought me to an online comic strip which may just save my mind as well as my soul - Will Write For Chocolate - pretty much says it all in the title doesn’t it?
So yes. I’ve gone insane. And I’m blaming the anaesthetist. Why on god’s earth did he have to beat the s**t out of my hand?! At least I was expecting this nonsense with my leg. And my brain being dysfunctional. And maybe the boredom. But the hand?!!
Just watched Wimbledon, ‘the movie’ - better than I thought it would be probably, but then I was just blinded by all the grass court tennis.
Brain. Sapped. Of. All. Meaning.
The new James Bond movie is out tomorrow - Casino Royale, strike 2! I’m not convinced, at all, but we’ll see. Also the whole can’t-move-my-leg thing is ruining my ability to see it on the night it opens which is annoying beyond words, but I suppose bigger fish must be fried.
Amazing how easy it is to lose all sense of perspective.
