My brain is drunk, stoned, buzzed, utterly wasted, out to lunch- whatever - and then decides to drive, which obviously doesn't work out too well in its favour. The brains a train wreck. I train wrecked.
Why is it always when I think I am going down the right road, I suddenly, violently, veer off course and start heading downhill again. Downhill fast. Is there no right path, no even road, no pristine walkway with lighted signs? No wonder my journey has taken so long, what with me taking two steps forward and then one back.