Dude, where's my brain?

I got drunk on the local moonshine last night and I can't find my fucking brain! Farm life is a dangerous beast at the best of times, something to which I can testify having been bitten by a dog here, but getting hungover causes problems galore. Loading the Aga range-cooker with a banging head was a mistake, the heat frying my already fragile body and drying me right out. Then feeding the lambs - boisterous things they be, not to mention smelly - with a queasy stomach, feeding the cats and dogs, picking up dog shit...all thankless tasks at the best of times, let alone with one's head in one's proverbial shed.

I'm going back to bed if things don't improve.

Farm

I've been on the Butler Farm for 3 days now and I'm relaxing more as each hour passes. The Super Furry Animals were all right on the 15th, but the priority was just being somewhere quiet and relaxing. Therefore, I was happier to be on the Farm than in Dolgellau, although a good time was had by all.

I need to purge my intestines.