The happy place

The brain contains a multitude of memories, some of them are glad and happy, strong enough to fuel the Patronus charm, and others are so sad and dark that you can’t even remember them, right?

But they all are valuable in their own ways and by writing them down we preserve them for the brain is a flakey storage device and even before you die, they can be corrupted or the “inode” is missing and the memory can’t be accessed and therefore I shall serialise some of them memories into this blog that I’m working on. Not only is it my legacy, but also in the name of science to benefit the cyber archeologists one thousand years from now, for we cannot know today what will be of interest to a scientist in 3023.

Today I imported a flu from Norway and my body has been dealing with it and I am making a swift recovery thanks to my outstanding immune system. Also I’ve felt gloomy and haven’t been able to accomplish anything. I’ll get a new chance to fail tomorrow.

Would that be interesting to know in one thousand years? Probably. Also this:

also a dream I had a few days ago: I lost left front tooth, the one which would’ve been a fang were I a vampire, it just came loose. (I dream about losing teeth a lot). Then to put it back the dentist said they’d have to drill a hole to fasten the new tooth with, and that’s when I realised it was a nightmare cause she wanted to drill a hole 30cm deep into my brain, so I woke up and all my teeth were where they are supposed to be so that was a big relief.