the dot spot

christ i hate when i have a bad #thedotspot show.

it’s not so cool when 30 seconds into a 2 min show i realise my brain isn’t quite up to speed and i don’t remember – uh, um.. WORDS! (yes that’s it! WORDS!) and that i all i want to actually say the person asking the question is YOU’RE A BIG FAT STINKY uh umm thing that sit’s on your neck thi-HEAD. YES! HEAD!

i know it’s not a big deal in the greater scheme of everything, but i’ve got a reputation of being clever-ish and bad-ass to uphold. my millions two fans demand it from me (HI DAD!!). (next therapy session in T minus 3 days, 20 hours…)

it’s like a big fat stinky reminder of how lame i feel sometimes — but on national radio. awesome.

fat. stinky. head.

big words.

and i’m feeling particularly lame today.

i really am generally quite happy. seriously. just when i’m not.

like i’m playing both williams and de niro’s part in awakenings.

like the together part of my mind — as portrayed by dr malcolm sayer (williams) — really, truly believes that the rest of my mind — as portrayed by leonard lowe — can revive itself, come back to life really, from the comatose pit of stupidity (in my case) in which it finds itself.

come on Brain! you can do it!

oh well.