So today I woke up and my skull-computer is throwing up the blue screen of death.
Not because there are actual worms up there (probably), but because gestures at everything THIS and points at calendar THAT have turned my neural networks into a malfunctioning carousel operated by God knows what.
I completely whiffed on the gift guide this year and by the time my brain cells held their emergency meeting, it was too late. “Hey, let’s do a gift guide!” screamed one neuron. “Sir, it’s December 22nd,” replied another, more responsible neuron, before being thrown out the window.
So I got 2 secret Santa thingies and well, hopefully people don’t end up crying.
My brain has gone full goldfish. It’s floating in its glass… its glass… its spherical fish apartment… its goldfish palantir… FISHBOWL.
(It took me longer to remember that word than it takes to brew coffee, and that’s saying something which is weird cause I’m usually pretty good with this whole words thing)
I feel like I’m iving in the eternal now because looking backward is like stepping on scripted word-y landmines, and looking forward feels like volunteering for a black hole vacation, which tbh. Sounds pretty cool.
But it’s fine! Everything’s fine! My brain is totally not a dumpster fire!
The end of 2024 is near and well it’s been wild. So I’m going to ease into the new year with some more books I’ve treated myself to.
So if you fancy the equivalent of Deadpool + Vampires you need to check this out…
I’m a few chapters in and it’s entertaining as all heck.
Stephen Walker
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