Sitting in a chair with just you boxers on watching a film on one screen and seeing if a girl you used to see is still alive (genuine slight concern as she has bipolar) puts the world into a strange perspective. Not sure what that perspective is but it is still strange.
Have a niggling suspicion that I might be missing something. Half tempted to get drunk, I would like to be unconscious and yet stimulated. Ahhh how the mind stagnates in a sickening way. Intelligence without motivation or purpose.