I often write about my feeling of “detachment” from the rest of the world, as though my body is on auto-pilot, and my mind has withdrawn into its own little universe, content with analyzing some oft-ignored stimulus or input.
Today, and for the last couple of days, that feeling has intensified by several orders of magnitude. My mind has further withdrawn itself, building a little cacoon to house itself in as the body tries its best to handle its own affairs. The problem is, my body is having a very difficult time of it, what with being infected by some random disease (probably nothing more than a cold), and having pseudophedrine hydrocholride mixed with alcohol poured into it (NyQuil).
Soon, my vacation ends and I am forced to return to work. And, of course, as is always the case with me and planning for getting my life back in order, I am nowhere near done with hardly any of my projects. I haven’t even played enough video games in the past couple of weeks.
Oh well. At least I got caught up on sleep. Which has since been completely negated by the fact that my body is now screaming for me to sleep 24/7 in an effort to combat little wriggly things invading its every tissue.
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