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January 18th, 2010

It's amazing how stupid you can get when you've got a serious headache.

I spent most of the day in not-quite-migraine mode, meaning I can still vaguely function but applied thinking gets hard. I don't feel slower but I find out after the fact that I make a lot of dumb mistakes. For instance, I had to go to the store to pick up some business, both at Sam's and at Kroger's, and apparently managed to screw up two of the important items I meant to get.

One was forgotten completely, whilst the other was missed in lieu of something similar; when you're dim, seeing a stack of paper towels next to a stack of toilet paper, and both are listed as 'toilet paper sale', you tend to think you're grabbing toilet paper and are done with it. Of course, when it's paper towels and you neglect to look 'cause you think 'it has to be toilet paper, right?', well, then you don't have toilet paper.

Just typing that sentence burned out a few brain cells, I think.

My normal typing speed is shelled, too. It took me about eight minutes to correct all the typos that I produced in that last paragraph. Every word seems screwed up, as if my mind is trying to tell me to get my dumb ass off the computer and go veg out to some television instead. Less intensive entertainment, you see. Which I would do except that there's nothing on television but the local news boobs.

At least for another hour, at which point the 'grown up' news will begin, and we'll hear all kinds of depressing stuff about Haiti again. I'm not trying to be crass or indifferent, but after a week of hearing how goddamn horrible it is there, it's hard to keep watching. I can only stand so much human misery before I just have to tune out I suppose. Which means I probably wouldn't make a really good super villain.

Though I'd love to wear the 'union' suit. Rubber Gloves > yuo.

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