Humanity
I look kind of human today. I’m probably even recognizable. I’m back to having racing stripes on my forehead instead of looking like I have a caveman’s protruding brow. Excerpt from the visit to the ER:
Doctor walks into the room looking down at the chart. “So, what’s going on today–” She looks up in the middle of “today” and stops speaking. “Oh.”
I just smile ruefully.
We’re out of easy-to-make food in the house, except for a few things I mostly shouldn’t have any more, and I’m so doped up that anything that requires effort just makes me want to go back to bed. Hopefully we’ll manage groceries tonight. I am a coffee-powered machine, particularly when I’m this sleepy from meds, and I’m pretty much out of coffee.
I should finish my latest review book this afternoon, but we’ll see when exactly the review goes up. On an ideal day I’d write it this afternoon, since I already know what I want to say. But I’m so sleepy I’d be lucky if I could string two coherent paragraphs together, and I’d want to wait and re-read it when I was more awake anyway just to make sure something… strange… didn’t find its way in.
I’ll start putting exercises up in the Epiphanies again as soon as I can think straight.
