That's inconvenient ...

[blamebrampton]

I have spent the evening trying to write fic, or some of my novel, or even reviews of the Alan Bradley and Naomi Novik novels I have been loving lately, and I have tragically failed at all of the above. Which leads me to conclude I may have run out of brain.

I'm sure I've just put it down somewhere close. Might go and look in the laundry ...

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I suggest plugging up ears and nostrils and closing eyes and mouth, just in case. Maybe it regrows. MAYBE it leaks through holes made by cat claws, though. Or like a HD you can retrace its shadow image on the inside of an empty skull. I'd certainly like that very very much, having just realised I missed not only the library date (first use in century) and an opening, but didn't actually write down my last 20 reviews, thanks for reminder, prrrt, prrrt.