You know that feeling where it’s like you’ve been run over by a Mack truck? Where you’re vaguely feverish and your muscles ache and you just can’t seem to wake up, no matter how much coffee you drink? Kinda like if you were living in a bubble–a big, big bubble that looked exactly like your kitchen or living room or bathroom, only fuzzier?
That’s how I’m feeling today.
No, I’m not hungover. Those who know me know full well my feelings about the local Halloween shenanigans: Not. My. Cup. Of. Chai…. Last night I went to the theater, and after the show, I came right home. Seven hours later, I rolled out of bed (having forgotten to re-set my clock, thankyouverymuch) feeling like I’d been gang raped by the LA Lakers. And not in the good way.
So that’s as much as I can manage today. If you’re truly bored, you can have a go at this. I’m heading back to bed.
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