Wow. That was…scary.
I don’t know what happened, maybe I ODed on Nyquil, but I woke up about one this morning and I was more than a little out of my mind. What made it worse (from my POV, though it was probably a good thing) is that all my voices never get on board with anything. So there’s this small sane part of me going, “what the hell is wrong with you people?”
I threw the covers off, not because I was warm, but because I couldn’t stand them touching me. I couldn’t put my slippers on, either, and even in Tucson bare tile floor in October is not comfy.
Staying in bed wasn’t an option. I didn’t want to get back on my computer, I’ve done that before and I’ll be up all night and accomplish nothing. I haven’t taken the time to figure out what remote goes to what to watch a movie, and this morning was not the time to be trying to learn. I knew I couldn’t sit still long enough to read.
So for an hour I paced the damned hallway and wondered what the hell was wrong with me whenever the thought steamed by. Let me tell you, that was freaky. I’m not used to thinking so fast I don’t even see all of it.
Wonder what this blog would look like if I’d written it then?
Okay, I’m stopping now. I wanted to record what it was like (it’s all research, you know) but I’m feeling my head getting wound up again. And that was really not fun.