Neil by night.

Well, it's only fair. Some people get shingles, I get brain rot.

And today was Neil Gaiman all over again.

Neil: "So, what do you do?"
Me: "I take this course at the University."
Neil: "Oh? What course is that?"
Me:"...uh?"

My eyes darted towards Andreas with what I hear was a look of absolute pain on my face.
He got the message and mouthed the answer. I swung back to Neil Gaiman.

"Uh....Creative? Writing!?"
"Oh! Really! And who is this 'Magnus' you're having me sign this for?"

For some reason, the only logical solution here was - naturally - to try to compensate for not knowing what course I'd been taking for the past months by giving as long and as pointless an answer as humanly possible.

"A freind who I haven't met for three years yeah he lives in south of Sweden yeah he's in love with words too think some are magic, hey, well, three years thought I'd surprise him since we haven't talked for almost as long so yeah words he likes words a really good guy he's my freind oh look you're drawing a picture for him too I see that's nice."
"Well that's nice. Thank You for coming."

Today:
"Why are you taking this course?"
"...uh?"

Andreas, Andreas, why didst thou forsaken me?