Brain Damage

On Sunday I took a long hard look at my life. And here is what I came up with. Of the 10 previous days, I got seriously drunk on 6 of them. During the latest rugby match I felt my brain shift from the front of my skull and back, had a pile of bodies fall on my neck, and then got kicked in the temple while I was on the ground getting my neck looked at. By the end of the night, accounts were that I was talking jibberish. Whether it was because of the booze or the knocks to the head will be a debate for the ages, but I was truely stupid on Sunday, utterly unable to do most simple tasks. Over the past couple days I have felt myself regain some brain capacity, but today I have gone into relapse. I don't know if I am having a stupid day (like I'm sure we all have time to time) or if I am doing irreversible damage to my head. Either way, at least I am having a good time.