In which FHC is slightly on the neurodegenerative side

The biggest impediment to a smooth blogging these days is the fact that my brain is fried. My brain has actually been fried for years and I am known to have considerable difficulties getting through a book (someone was asking me today if I had finished this biography of Pamela Harriman I have been reading for the last 3 years) but I feel it is a little fryer than usual lately. I am not sure what exactly causes that slow deterioration of my intellectual capacities. It might be the results of my few years of drug abuse (2002/2003…maybe 2004 too I don’t remember), cell phone use, or perhaps I did not really recover from the exposition to Polonium-210 during my trip. Maybe a recent mix of sleep-deprivation, alcoholism and – to a lesser extent - sexual promiscuity is the main cause. But the fact is that I am just not able to function properly: even trying to keep up with a coherent conversation at lunchtime leaves me exhausted (I have stopped trying to enounce my own ideas and merely repeat the last three words of everybody’s sentence). I tried to read a peapod prospectus for 3 hours today and it left me red-eyed and haggard. I also tried to get in a kevinless 1624 corcoran last night after work until a neighbor reminded me that I had moved. I have reached the point where I start re-reading old e-mails to gather clues about my past. I also have difficulties to coordinate my movements when I am walking and people at the “professional thingy” have probably noticed by now that I keep my hand on the wall in the corridors to avoid falling and disgracing my family name. Yesterday I bided against myself on e-bay: clear sign of irreversible brain damage. I can feel the mass destruction of brain cells occurring as I am typing this and big black holes appearing in what was once known as “one of the most promising brain in Dupont Circle”. Please don’t mention anything to the Washington Sailing Marina or Zipcar as they'll play a role in the official visit.

In other news, even if I am short on sleep, I’ll go out tonight because this is my last night of fun before the official visit which starts tomorrow evening. More interesting literature on KMZ’s grandmother.

Comments

[LL]

Well at least the polonium-210 provides some explanation for rapid hair-loss.

[New Fagat]

luckily no one has called me in days so my brain does not suffer from cell phone damage.

[fan]

looks like LL is not happy with the 'sexual promiscuity' part of the post.

[LL]

Not as much as you'd think; I interpret "to a lesser extent" broadly.