So, most people can catch a cold and it will go away and leave them alone right? Right. I wish I was one of them. I wish I could just have a cold. That would be nice. Instead I get a cold that goes away but somehow turns into tonsillitis which thank you asthma or some stroke of cruel fate can turn into bronchitis at the same time. What the hell, immune system? 

I’ve spent the last few days in a codeine-induced, Nyquil-laced haze. I’m still there. Very strange place. There are people in my head but that’s ok because there’re always people in my head but now there are two selves or and one of them wants to go back to normal where trains of thoughts move in semi linear albeit multidimensional ways instead of in strange dash-dot Morse code-like curlicues. The other one is singing Pinky and the Brain brain brain brain brain… We’re Pinky and the Brain brain brain… I want a sari.

I feel like a tragic Victorian heroine. I’m spooning up the codeine cough syrup like laudanum. I could so rock a bustle right now.

I meant to make this longer but sitting is making the floor slither. Or maybe my head’s wobbling? Something. I went and worked for a couple hours on Fri and on Sat and it was awful. I’m ok if I don’t move but that was just too much moving… it’s still too much moving.

Playing Wii Fit while doped up on Nyquil gets trippy. I learned that this week.

I really hope I didn’t have anything important to do… I think I did. I wonder if I can plead that cough syrup ate my brains?

It’s 3am. And yet, sleep eludes me.