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/cough cough
So I spent two nights in a hotel and came home sick as a dog.
The funniest part is that my symptoms don't make any sense. I started out with a sore throat, exhaustion (to the point where I have gotten quite accustomed to the floors of my house, through the incredibly technical process of... lying on them) and some other stuff I can't remember. Also, reading words. Reading words has been very difficult. Words are thrown at me and I'm just like, ".../blink," because it's kind of like having a throwing star careening right toward your face, all you can do is blink and think, "hey, is that a throwing star?" and then it slices right through your skull and you still have no idea what that big block of words said and I kind of combined eight different metaphors into one and none of them included dinosaurs. :(
So it's kind of symptom salad all up in here. Ingredients are added in, taken away, and then the salad bowl is left an exhausted mess barely able to stand for what its body is doing to it and it's not actually a salad bowl, it's me. I'm the salad bowl. And I'm tired of being sick! :D
On the plus side, I shared an elevator with actual INTERNET CELEBRITIES.
...I hope I didn't infect them. D:
The funniest part is that my symptoms don't make any sense. I started out with a sore throat, exhaustion (to the point where I have gotten quite accustomed to the floors of my house, through the incredibly technical process of... lying on them) and some other stuff I can't remember. Also, reading words. Reading words has been very difficult. Words are thrown at me and I'm just like, ".../blink," because it's kind of like having a throwing star careening right toward your face, all you can do is blink and think, "hey, is that a throwing star?" and then it slices right through your skull and you still have no idea what that big block of words said and I kind of combined eight different metaphors into one and none of them included dinosaurs. :(
So it's kind of symptom salad all up in here. Ingredients are added in, taken away, and then the salad bowl is left an exhausted mess barely able to stand for what its body is doing to it and it's not actually a salad bowl, it's me. I'm the salad bowl. And I'm tired of being sick! :D
On the plus side, I shared an elevator with actual INTERNET CELEBRITIES.
...I hope I didn't infect them. D:
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