2066 – 3 days after second conjoining

Saturday 9th July

Record date 20661108

Three days have passed and I have not thought a single thought.  Well, none I can remember.  It is as if a degree of amnesia has descended on me.  I am not thinking.  I have stopped thinking at all.   Or, if I am thinking then those thoughts do not remain.  They occur; then they are gone.  I have lost, temporarily I hope, the ability to communicate directly with the screen.  I cannot even force the keys down by simply thinking them down.  I have to look at the keyboard, try to recognize the letters and aim my blobby fingers at them.  The screen is helpfully using word-functionality to correct my plodding mis-spelling.   This is slowing me down ridiculously, but hopefully this is a temporary loss of functionality, a new re-learning experience.  Slowly Qwerty is coming back to me.  The old alphabet we learnt at kindercrammer; the letters would appear softly on the screen as each key lit up on the soft plastic keyboard and my stubby baby fingers would jab each one down in turn.  Much as I am typing this now.  Think how to spell, find the letter and jab.  It all takes too long.  I am tired.  Headache.  Head aches.  Must sleep.

Record date 20661110

Tired all the time.  I am tired all the time.  I sleep and sleep and remember nothing.  They shake me awake, give me my milk but I am desperate to stay asleep.  I turn to bury my head in the pillow, pull the cover over my sleepy head, but they won’t let me sleep, the fuckers.  My head hurts when I am awake. I just want to sleep.  Dog tired.  I cannot think of anything I want to do, any place I want to be except my bed.  I need to sleep, don’t they realise that?  Why do they keep waking me up?  Just let me sleep and I will be alright.  Too tired to type anymore, I cannot see the letters on the screen, my eyelids are closing and my head hurts