deathboy | Head or highscores?

Last night I had a dream in which there were a pair of gorgeous, obliging, Western European call-girls, but after five minutes, my brain obviously struggled to remember what having my cock sucked is like and gave up.

The rest of the dream featured me and

edwards on a train, playing bass guitar and trying to get a highscore on a repeatedly glitching handheld retro game.

What the HELL is wrong with my mind?

My finite memory space took another turn for the worse this morning, too.

The last few weeks, I've been filling the kettle (for water to heat bottles usually) then staring at it, wondering why it's not boiling. The answer has been, repeatedly, that I've not turned the kettle ON.

This morning, I stared for about ten seconds at the kettle only to realise that the kettle wasn't there. It was still under the tap.

God knows where we go from here.

More sickening cuteness from the tiny reason for my mental confusion:

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Just remembered.

I didn't actually go and make that cup of tea once the kettle fucking boiled.

CRAP.