I hate feeling sick. I especially hate feeling head sick. Stomach sick is bad, and often feels(at least physically) far worse than head sick. Head sick, though, always bothers me because it's so close to where my brain is. My thoughts are here; I'm here! And there is sick, right by it, and I can't shake it! It's like trying to drive a car while the windshield is covered in bile and the wipers can't cut through it because it's too thick, and it's clogging the engine. It's unsettling and disorienting, with phlegm thrown in at the end.
I couldn't even work out today. I hate not working out. Hopefully, after some rest, I'll be right as rain tomorrow. However right rain is, since I personally have no direct knowledge of the inherent rightness of rain.
Okay, something in the office smells like a shopping-mall hair salon. And that's not good. Every time I take a walk around I get a strong whiff of it and I feel like I'm eight years old again, being led against my will to the Hair Cuttery while the arcade mocks me from across the way. Last week, something in the office smelled like straight up feet. It was nasty. I don't even want to know what it was.
Anyway, to move away from the subject of office odors, the Redskins won 36-30 in a game that had my sick ass jumping up and down in my apartment with excitement and rage. My apologies to anyone who had to hear me shouting.
Tonight, I'm going to just rest and catch up on my reading and writing. Should help get the engine unclogged.
It's not always easy
4 years ago
2 comments:
dude... first off, i hope you're feeling better... some of those sick metaphors were crazy. bile on the windshield? and the arcade mocked you as kid? brilliant stuff. what drugs are you taking? i need some of that.
minijonb - Thanks for the kind words :)
The only drugs I was on were Nyquil, and lack of sleep.
Oh, and crack. Lots o'crack.
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