h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

so damn mentally exausted, after having to concentrate enough to work round the piles of lodger's washing up, to prepare and make myself some breakfast (which ended up being lunch by the time I'd made it), that... I'm too fatigued to contemplate doing teh curtain rail, yet again; I have to kinda do it all in one go, otherwise I'll not have anywhere to sleep, so probably best not to consider even pushing through the fatigue, and starting it, now...
so. sod it. - gona have another bath. bathing is one thing I still seem able to do at least I'll be clean and smell nice for the meal out tonight, even if I'm dead on my feet by then though I think I'll perc up... afterall they'll be expecting to see a f-ed-up version of me... and instead... I think I'll treat them to a full-on sureal insane 2legs 2.0 vrsion of me... which is, afterall, what, more or less I am, I think... now... given sufficient energy to think, anyhow actually, the non-thinking me, is probably more 2legs version 3.0. . . like sureal version of count arthur strong, only with far more sewaering err, snaring.... swearing! and, of course, a lot more .... err... soemthing, whatever the word is I miss my old brain

I'm sure your old brain will soon be back. It's just taking a little holiday.

Mol

maybe.... or its gone for good is this really.. how slow the majority of the poulation have to deal with their brain's CPU being? its so* slow!

I do believe it will be better once the chemo wears off, and your body gets time to recover.

You'll be simply outsane any day now.

future tense?! pah! I've gone past outsane, and am currently cruising at a velosity of weird+hexagonal ankle pocket.

talking of weird. was in town today. with W, and then met up with his daughetr for coffee and a cake damnit... so much for the diet

now here's a weird thing; maths inability and chemo brain;

in the shop; price three pound, forty something, the cashier says. - I count out three pound coins, anda fiftyh pence piece from my wallet. OK; I've three pound fifty in my hand, and, ten; I have no idea at all if that is enough to cover three pound forty soemething.

a few minutes later, at veg stall; get some eggs, and strawberries. don't have any change, give man a twenty pound note. - I'm so shocked, when in change, I get not only a ten pound note, but a fiver too, and some cointage! - yeh, I couldn't work out less than five pounds, off twenty pounds ment I got that much change

went to two shops in search of knickers. bought some in the second shop luckily that was twenty quid for two packs, even I could work that out; I ahd twenty pound notes <laugh

coffee with W's daughter was good; got her in hysterical laughter, with my <wah at finding out she'd been to a kylie concert, without inviting me she then ran away from w and I.... as we hurranged her with weirdness in the street.

insufficient weird, clearly for one day, we then met a mentally derranged record dealer, with long jet white hair showing his age, and a long hawaian shirt, trying to not show his age chatted to him, a bit, then, - weird moved up several notches.

walking down my road, we'd almost got to my front door. when.

We were acousted by a mad African man.

he wanted us, to sit down, with him, outside his restaurant; he's working at, or owns, the new African restaurant, two doors from my front door.... - hmm. OK.... we oblige... (OK I'm secretly thinking we might get free food, or a coffee out of it,,,,, I could not have been so wrong).

he's had a vision.
jesus has given him a vision.

OK. bus nutter. - only afterwards do I realise he could not see my wild facial expressions; mainly e eye rolling, as I was wearing my sunglasses

OK. he does the full on .... stuff.... all.... weird and vudu.... and stuff... and.... apparently preys or soemthing for Jesus to restore my sight.... - clearly I'm even more than I used to be; I didn't even swear at him....

OK.

that is insufficient weird for one day though; I'm off to the pub tonight, with a full bonified mental friend. - this may not end well; I shall endevour to behave, and not get drunk; three pints last night, was loverly. no hangover, no problem. no drunk. - I'm going to put some herbal teas in a zip lock bag in my handbag, to drink, afterwards at his, rather than having to buy a dozen cans to drink there afterwards, that way.... misbehavior lays. and I'm a good well behaved boy/girl now. no. really I am.

must get an early shower, and then construct something simple for dinner....... salad I think, followed by English Strawberries, sugar and cream. yes. yes... I know... - well, if the strawberries and cream isn't exactly, healthy, the salad will be. and if I'm good, which I shall be, out, I'll only have a few pints, so miss out on a thousand or two thousand, caloried from alcohol that otterwise I'd have had, in my previous incarnation

and. ... its hot today... being out this evening might be a good idea.... guess I oughta take my melatonin with me, to take thank BoB I've perminantly got my handbag with me, for all this medicaiton and junk I have to carry - thinking, soon, I'm gona get a new handbag... this one is cool... got it for like a fiver in the charity shop; but I'm thinking, eventually, I'm goina make a purple one, from purple died goat skin/leather/suade. It has to be done.

Almost bought purple hair die today. - but worry AnDria,our favorite receptionist in oncology, might think I'm taking the mic

Right must get on. I guess. stuff to do, people to out-weird, and raindeer, bees and frogs to rearrange on the bed. seriously.

bleh. drank way too much... hangover in body no longer used to that much alcohol, plus chemo-brain, plus chemo-fatigue, plus whatever chemo drugs still floating about inside.... = not very amusing well... actually I think it quite funny really, especially as its self inflicted - heck, I even got to experiene feeling neauseaous err nauseous earlier not that was sick or anything mind... sod that... if the chemo drugs didn't make me sick, I'm samned if I'd let alcohol do it

booked appointment to see GP tomorrow, to arange for blood test for my folic acid also chase up with him, if he got a reply to the lter letter he wrote to my oncology bloke, asking for follow up to the lost then re-found discharge letter which mentioned possibility of brain cancer I really oughta take stuff like that a bit more serious

starving... early dinner I think