webslinger

Today.

I devoted a very good portion of my train journey thinking of ways to communicate the actress's name Dame Judi Dench through the medium of charades. The reason why this is more bizarre than my usual trail of thoughts and perplexed me is that I have not played charades since last Christmas. The other part was spent pondering over the standard deviation of a train running down this very train line, and wondering if i would ever reach my destination.

This then led me to one simple conclusion.

I'm fucking Nuts.

Sometimes I feel like my brain is like the internet and I fall off the path that I originally chose in favour for random browsing or random thought, the problem is you never know where you might end up, or if you can even return to that which you sought in the first place.