I feel bad about not posting anything over the weekend, but nothing really exciting happened. Coincidentally I suck at time management. To make up for it here’s a conversation between my friend E and I. I can’t say how started talking about Vincent Van Gogh.
E: Van Gogh was crazy, he cut off his own ear gave and it too a prostitute!
Me: What! He was a epileptic and did by accident during one of his attacks.
E: I think that would pass for crazy back then.
Me: Just because something was crazy then doesn’t make it crazy now.
E: He gave his sawed off ear to a prostitute.
Me:……What if he couldn’t afford flowers or b.j’s?
Me:……You know he was basically got a lobotomy or whatever you call it when the split your brain.
E: Yeah that’s not a lobotomy, but I know what you’re talking about.
Me: I’m glad I live in age where having seizures won’t get my brain-
E: They still do that. It’s only in extreme cases, but they still split brains.
Me:……..I’m glad I live in a age where I can treat my period with tampons.