Brain soup, anyone?
8:30 PM. Still in the office, waiting for my "sundo".
12 hours of work. This is all it takes for my brain to become like a balot: I feel like my gray matter is swimming in some sort of liquid, like that innocent little sisiw drowning itself in what my officemate says is chick pee (just ruins the picture, doesn’t it).
After dinner, I’m subjecting myself to more mental work.
And my brain turns from balot to crab and corn.
Mmm, yummy.
