Jeremiah's Strange Times

So. Sitting here after been sent home after a mild concussion gets me thinking. Actually, everything sets me thinking.. but this time.. I'm thinking slower.. I'm very aware I'm thinking slower. Like a variety of cabbage. Which is ironic in itself as a brain can look a little like a variety of cabbage. There I am. Cabbage. So as this cabbage sat in A&E for 3 and a half hours (Take a moment to imagine him sitting there. Remember, the walls have no windows) with the ability to read seemingly stripped from him like the ability to wield more then one weapon is continually stripped from Link at the beginning of every single Zelda game,  I thought: Superstition. Superstition.  (I thought other things as well of course, it was a long wait) How superstitious am I? Quite I think. Though I don't like it.  I put too much faith in psychics.  Though I don't. I read horoscopes a little too eagerly, though I know to my scientific logical core that its bumkum. Yet. Sup

I finished the last post with a promise to look into the past. So thats what I'm going to do. However that wish has cast me out an airlock, drifting through the space between actual points. Hmmm, simile possibly inspired by the fact that Star Trek (2009) is on in the background.  I spend alot of time standing in front of my rather copious DVD collection, determining which DVD is best to put on as 'background noise' one that makes me feel a little better through osmosis, but not necessarily anything I want to actually focus on. Take stock of. So, yeah, historical perspective. When its looked at from a great distance, my emigration to London may seem caught up in the financial crisis that followed it.  It of course wasn't.  When I left Ireland I left behind a viable career, friends, a 'life' basically.  For the unknown.  The rather fretful, stressful, exciting unknown.  If I'd stayed in the job I had been in, well, its viability as a way of life would ha