![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Nov. 8th, 2007 08:55 pmSpent yesterday with the stuff in my head moved into my lungs. So far today, I'm only mildly snuffly, nose-wise, and lightly phlegmy, lung-wise.
Yes, I know, I abuse the common comma. (I point out now that this is pretty close to how I talk, actually. A touch more consise, maybe.)
Okay, I *must* be feeling better. I'm feeling talkative again. Well, that and I don't feel drugged-out-of-my-head like I always do when I get sick. I tell you, the dreams I get when I'm sick make for an incredibly effective anti-drug campaign all by themselves. At least for me.
Come the techno-revolution, I will be more than happy to sell my fever-dreams off to folks that normally need to chemically alter their perceptions for such things.
Yes, I know, I abuse the common comma. (I point out now that this is pretty close to how I talk, actually. A touch more consise, maybe.)
Okay, I *must* be feeling better. I'm feeling talkative again. Well, that and I don't feel drugged-out-of-my-head like I always do when I get sick. I tell you, the dreams I get when I'm sick make for an incredibly effective anti-drug campaign all by themselves. At least for me.
Come the techno-revolution, I will be more than happy to sell my fever-dreams off to folks that normally need to chemically alter their perceptions for such things.
