You know that sort of delirium that is sometimes tied to illness? The one where, mid-sentence, you have no idea what you were thinking, and aren’t even entirely certain that you were, in fact, talking. Yeah, that one. I’m totally living in that right now, with interspersed bouts of clarity and energy. It’s definitely weird. Kind of puts a troublesome damper on typing, even, let alone coming up with an idea for writing and then actually remembering it… Yeah. Okay.
Post-a-day 2018
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