God, without the internet at home I’m getting really twitchy. It’s really doing my noggin in. Perhaps it’s associated with this; “According to Dr Judith Reisman, pornography affects the physical structure of your brain turning you into a porno-zombie. Porn, she says, is an “erototoxin”, producing an addictive “drug cocktail” of testosterone, oxytocin, dopamine and serotonin with a measurable organic effect on the brain.” Perhaps I’m going cold turkey?

Or perhaps it’s just the heat in here; I sit in the hottest spot in the office, with no fans or air-conditioning; perhaps I’ve just got a form of sunstroke? When I go and have a walk and a glass of water everything gets better; but the heat’s so oppressive I just tend to sit here most of the time. Maybe I’m just hungry; someone’s eating a cheesy croissant around here somewhere, and the smell’s driving me crazy. Or perhaps it’s the lack of sleep; I keep waking up in the night, maddened by heat or cold and have been waking up early all summer; it’s the same endless insomnia I had as a kid. Or even it’s this endless sniffling cold I seem to have picked up, which just seems to be exacerbated by everything else; my sense of smell seems to have increased in
sensitivity despite it (hence I can smell *everything* in this office.)

So maybe it’s just heat, hunger, horniness, poor health, exhaustion, and the fear of being blown into bloody chunks at any point. Funny how, once you’ve identified a problem, it doesn’t necessarily go away. And funny how, despite all that whingeing, I’m still enjoying myself and having a great time here…

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  1. Poor Grill. You could always try using your imagination….

    Don’t you just *hate* Dr Reisman though? I mean, she’s soooo preachy. I think she could benefit from being more moderate. I mean, there’s porn and there’s porn, and there’s moderation and lack of use of critical faculties and addiction and everything inbetween. She doesn’t seem to trust anyone to be able to judge for themselves, like most pro-censorship people. I shall have to do a blog post about porn soon. It’s going to be very long, I have a lot to say about the matter 🙂

  2. I have been. I’m running out of filth, begorrah! There’s only so many hypersexual encounters with gothic space squid my imagination can… conjure… up.

    Scusi. Gotta go.

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