recipe

one me.
one ripe hangover.
several large slabs of memory loss.
three cancelled classes.
several thousand brain cells on strike.
a smothering of brain cloud.
tears.
a couple of films.
two chapters from a book.
some news from an old friend.

marinate the manchild with all the ingredients.
avoid any good news.
let it all mull over from dawn till dusk.
then do not eat, resolve, improve or tinker.
leave to develop.

i think i might call it a "pootandeboredelldummaird"