It was one of those things where not only did I feel like I could lie down wherever I stood and fall right asleep, but my brain just wasn't working right. It felt like a big barrier had been erected in the middle of my brain, and if my thoughts originate at the back (we're playing it fast and loose with brain physiology tonight, okay?), they had to get over this barrier to reach the front, where they were accessible and communicable. But it was one of those army obstacle course-type barriers that you have to jump and climb and wriggle your way over, so all my thoughts had to do that.
So during one of my few hours at work when a patron would ask a perfectly reasonable question like, "What's the newest James Patterson?" I would stare blankly for a no doubt alarming length of time while the biggest part of my brain asked itself, Who's James Patterson? and the answer struggled over the barrier toward the front part of my brain pan, all while that jerk spectating part of the brain sat there watching the whole spectacle with popcorn, chortling, "'Who's James Patterson?' LOL."
Oh, and I looked terrific all through this. Reeeaaally smashing.
|Like this, except about a million times less adorable.|
I know I was in good company, as there were a whole mess of people not feeling so great over the past week and a half.
But! I am now on an antibiotic and already feeling so much better. My cough is still present-it just chased Derek away from an NFL game and right up the stairs, as a matter of fact, so now I'm struggling not to let the power go to my head.
And cheer up, my fellow Americans, both coughers and non-coughers alike, for we have pie to look forward to this week!
Or, you know, don't cheer up, if you're not ready yet. I support you and your feelings. *says this while petting your head in a distinctly non-creepy way*