We've had some happy times together, you and I. Oh, how the days have just flown past - thinking about stuff, maybe imagining things or even just using the visual and even auditory cortex to process the constant stream of information. Breathing, eating, going to the gentleman's room - all good fun. OK, I could probably live with processing sensory input in the form of pains and aches but, you know, you've got to take the rogue with the smooth in any relationship.
Unfortunately, my dear little grey matter, I'm having to write this missive to you. There was a time when you used to fire away those little neurons with topics of interest to captivate my attention and provide me with blogtacular ammunition. Of late, however, you have been letting me down and leaving me sadly underperforming in the blog department. And no ones likes an underperforming blog.
I like you, brain, I really do. You enable me to understand concepts such as "like" and "brain" and "cheese" * but unless you pick up your game really soon, you and me are going to have quite the falling out. Consider this your written warning.
All the best,
* And where would we be without cheese? Nowhere, that's where.