03.10.2004
9:12 a.m.
Floating
I feel as though I'm floating along like a feather on a breeze. I don't know why DayQuil affects me so much lately. For some reason it just totally FUCKS ME UP. I feel like everything around me is going regular speed, and my brain and my eyes are just. a. few. ticks. behind.
It makes walking somewhat interesting, I can assure you. I told my officemate earlier that if she hears a thunk and a scream at some point today, it's probably me falling down in the hallway. My legs just don't seem to want to cooperate.
Of course, since I can't exactly walk around work with a Kleenex shoved up my left nostril, I think a DayQuil high is sort of necessary. It's either that, or just go home and sleep all day. (To which my body screams, "Yes! YES!! Please GOD, yes!!!")
This morning, I felt like poop.
Now, I feel stoned...and a bit less like poop.
Meh.
Happy Tuesday.
Er no...Wednesday.
Yeah.
Happy Wednesday.
Days until New Orleans: 7, baby!!!
Song in my head: "Me and Bobby McGee" by Janis Joplin
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