As I write this, I’m on the verge of logging off because I have to keep up with my sleep. Unfortunately, though, my head keeps ramming itself with a barrage of ideas that prevent me from dozing off. Yes, I do have a hyperactive brain, no thanks to my occasional mania and—believe it or not—epilepsy (I have temporal lobe epilepsy which, in its queerest form, initialises bipolar disorder-like symptoms). So, it’s like, I get to have “conversations” in my head every now and then: sometimes to the point of irritation.
Oh well, it seems I just have to keep up with this. Off to sleep with you, you nocturnal philistine…
(I was talking to myself there.)
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Oh by the way, I have this new little widget on the right sidebar which indicates what I’m currently reading. Right now it’s Frank Kermode’s “Concerning E.M. Forster” which I’ve been enslaving myself for days. (Uh, wait till I get my hands on “The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire”… as if I would, eventually. It’s almost impossible in this country to have a copy of that.)