wheeling around a tennis ball brain
by Bec Fary
______ drove me home after a particularly beer-filled night. I was trying to speak foreign languages and rambling and probably the only person laughing at my own jokes. My night ended with me trying to wear a jumper as a pair of pants.
That night, I dreamt that _____ and another friend built a huge trolley to wheel around. One of them was at either end as they rolled around the city. But all they had on the trolley was a tennis ball, right in the middle of it.
I think my subconscious preempted the apologetic message I sent my friend the next morning: “I think I had the brain capacity of a tennis ball last night, I’m so sorry you had to wheel me around.”