We're on the road to nowhere....

Drainage

Sick.

I was sitting in this spot yesterday and I watched myself get sick. It wasn't a fun experience, because I knew I was getting sick, but it was interesting all the same. Kind of like watching a dog that's been hit by a truck die. It takes it a while to finally take its last breath, but you lean over it and stroke it and make sure it's comfortable (or as comfortable as possible, under the circumstances), but at the same time your head, the scientific part of your brain, is thinking, "Oh. So THIS is what death is like." Except while watching myself get sick I was thinking "Oh. So THIS is what getting sick feels like." Because I'm usually asleep when it happens. Or otherwise busy. Not so, last night. Last night I was just watching TV, and what was going on inside my body was much more interesting. By the time CSI was on, I was fully ill. Sore throat, temperature, cough, alla that.

Between the illness, the lack of sleep, and the drugs, I don't have the energy to walk properly. I'm walking like Ozzy. No lie. Not on purpose, either.

I do not know where this illness came from. I'm pretty sure it's this thing that's been going around. My whole family had it a month or two ago, but I avoided it. Now I have it. But I didn't catch it from any of them, because they're well now, and I don't know anyone else who has it. Hm. A mystery. Too bad I'm not Sherlock Holmes; I could solve it while drinking this fucking gallon of orange juice.

Not in an hour, though, dig.