Well, this is kind of a nonsensical post. I don't quite know what the jumble of things in my mind mean. I don't particularly remember what happened in my mind. All I know is that I was reading Hyberbole And A Half (that's an awesome blog, by the way), and then suddenly I think of something and then I come here and then I realise that I've forgotten what it was.

Well, yes.

I think I was trying to think about how my skin seemed very different. In some places it's ridiculously rubbery and plastic-y and oddish because it doesn't even seem to be able to be scratched or even affected. And then some other parts appear to be whitish and scaly and flakes off easily.

My skin is so weird. And sometimes I don't think I have the capability to do things because all my strength deserts me and I turn into a jellified glob of fat due to all the stuff I've been eating like a pig lately although I'm not pregnant and even though I know I'm ballooning (pretty fast I think) I can't stop shoving food into my mouth and my brain keeps on telling me I need to eat.

Eat and eat and eat like a pig.