When I think of my brain, I envision a bog in which every step I take is a struggle, the sludge dragging at my feet as I pass and the swamp gas popping around me in a stinky, monotone chorus. The only way to get anywhere is slowly but surely, and it’s pretty easy to get lost.
In less dramatic news, today my wife told me to “stop thinking with my moustache.” Is that even possible?
February 1, 2011
1 Comment to Neuroscience
by ..... on June 3, 2011 at 12:30 am
Well, mustaches are brilliant, so instead of your wife telling you to stop thinking with it, you should tell her to make you a sandwich! 😀