I forgot what I was going to call this
Ah, welcome to the virtual home of a lunatic.
Today there is a common cold on the menu, like yesterday, and similar time-units before. Rather fuzzy in the head, I am.
So now I am condemned to the hell of daytime television.
Have you ever noticed how some interviewees respond to their interviewers as if they are explaining things to literal retards? I always assumed there is just this type of interviewee, you know, who explains anything to anyone this way, slowly, deliberate, and not to afraid to pronounce and then answer every hidden assumption.
But with retards doing the interviews, it is hard to say what is going on these days.
Today I felt a little fitter than yesterday. This renewed vigour, I felt, was proven by the fact that yesterday I preheated the oven, but had forgotten to put the buns in. Whereas today… and then doubt started to creep in. I checked the kitchen. Suffice it to say that unlike yesterday, today I had not only preheated the oven, but had also taken the buns out of the fridge, and then … I just walked away.