(I wrote this on Saturday. I’m fine now… But this is my brain on headache, presented unedited. Don’t try this at home.)
So my head. It hurts. I took some thingy thing for it, but it still hurts, though now it feels more squashy and flobbledy than it did before, and less like a nasty old troll is smacking the back of my skull in with a rusty-nail-spiked board, so I guess that’s an improvement.
Also, “In the Night Garden” is starting to make sense. There’s something very wrong with me.
I’ve been screwing up words all day. I told Ike to put his underwear in the garbage when I meant the laundry, and I keep saying stuff like “put the thing in the other thing, and let’s get to the place so we can do the other whatever. Thing.”
Thank God they’re not usually like this. I get a lot of headaches, but I can usually function fairly normally.
I think it’s actually melting. I’m just going to lie down and be very still so my brain doesn’t flow all over my pillow and make it smell all brainy. That’s probably gross.
Probably best if I don’t try to do any writing until this gets more normal…