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Today I am not firing on all cylinders. As a matter of fact, I am misfiring at best. I feel like my head is in a different plane of existence; one in which all rational thought is unattainable; where all grammar and rules of common sense do not apply. I feel as if I am on cold medication without the benefit of the sleepiness.
I feel like my head is a muddled mess of Ramen noodles and I’m left searching for that little bag of flavoring so it tastes good.
I haven’t the slightest where to begin to look for a fork let alone chopsticks to even eat with.
Hold on. Hold on. I think my train of thought has left the station and I’m just here standing on the platform looking for a ticket.
Let me see if I can catch this bus over to ‘Lost and Found’ to see if anyone has turned my brain in yet.
I feel like I’m hungover without enjoying the alcohol or the night out that should come with it. This is what I call an Insomnia Hangover. It’s that crappy, effed up feeling you get when you have stayed up all night and then had a couple of hours of crazy vivid dream sleep after the sun has risen. You spend the rest of the day grasping at thoughts and ideas as they float on past your foggy brain.
Conversations go in one ear slide right over your brain and out the other ear. You are never going to catch that train of thought so you might as well rent a room in front of the TV for the rest of the day. Watch some iZombie or The Walking Dead, anything zombiesque as that is the state of your being for the day, and hope that sleep comes tonight.