I don't remember writing being so difficult when I was younger. Admittedly, I never completed anything, but there seemed to be a wealth of ideas; these days finding inspiration is like getting blood from a stone. My mindset seems to become fixed, inflexible - thoughts don't seem to flow. Perhaps its simply the Asperger's.
Having attained a laudible degree of self-discipline only a few weeks ago, my smoking has now reverted to its previous levels. Damn it all; my tar-soaked lungs are going to hell.
Recently, I can't seem to shake the (1977?) David Soul song from my mind. Disturbing. Not only does it represent the height of kitsch but the guy supports Arsenal for fuck's sake.
Another thought haunting me of late regards an article I read last week about people who have no detectable brain mass and yet apparently function perfectly normally. It seems that the fluid in the brain may be more important than the tissue. One guy who was tested was an Oxbridge student with an IQ of 120 so it can't be that terrible. Still, it puzzles me.
Having attained a laudible degree of self-discipline only a few weeks ago, my smoking has now reverted to its previous levels. Damn it all; my tar-soaked lungs are going to hell.
Recently, I can't seem to shake the (1977?) David Soul song from my mind. Disturbing. Not only does it represent the height of kitsch but the guy supports Arsenal for fuck's sake.
Another thought haunting me of late regards an article I read last week about people who have no detectable brain mass and yet apparently function perfectly normally. It seems that the fluid in the brain may be more important than the tissue. One guy who was tested was an Oxbridge student with an IQ of 120 so it can't be that terrible. Still, it puzzles me.
poppystrike:
I'm glad that we're friends now. Makes my belly warm to know I have a virtual friend who doesn't like real people. It's not that I don't like people, it's just I haven't found any amazing ones yet, and I can be very anti-social, so our arrangement is perfect xXx