blergh
Ways I know I am sick:
1- Lying on sofa watching TWO HOURS of MTV's Room Raiders, and while not necessarily happy about it, I'm sort of not bothered by it and don't want to make the effort to push a button and turn the channel.
2- Trying to write and having my brain go, "Er, it's like 2 degrees hotter inside your skull than usual, and you want me to come up with ADJECTIVES? Yeah, eff off."
3- Thinking of my brain in the third person as if it's a separate entity inside of my body.
4- Sea of Kleenex.
1- Lying on sofa watching TWO HOURS of MTV's Room Raiders, and while not necessarily happy about it, I'm sort of not bothered by it and don't want to make the effort to push a button and turn the channel.
2- Trying to write and having my brain go, "Er, it's like 2 degrees hotter inside your skull than usual, and you want me to come up with ADJECTIVES? Yeah, eff off."
3- Thinking of my brain in the third person as if it's a separate entity inside of my body.
4- Sea of Kleenex.