2026-07-23 22:00 UTC
Sometimes, your brain decides it’s time to play tennis. So, it starts serving ideas and images at you, each of which seems to require immediate, urgent, and committed volleys in return. Just remember: *it’s your damned head*, and it’s fine if you just want to go sit in the bleachers and watch your brain fire heaters at no one until it tires itself out.
Replies (1)
-
@ChristineMalec@mstdn.ca 2026-07-24 03:14
@merlinwisdom@mastodon.social Sometimes I say to my placid, chilled, literal-minded, delightful partner, "You wouldn't last 5 minutes in here."