Retroactively, I guess, I'd say my stereotype was an epileptic.
I have a noise echoing in my head. It sounds like a styrofoam block cracking in half. My mouth tastes like a nosebleed — you know, that vaguely acrid taste-smell you get in that region right after you get hit in the face with a ball? I'm still just a little twitchier than normal. Concentrating on anything seems really hard. In that sense, I feel slightly high. Typing strikes me as especially hard, so please forgive any typos I don't catch. When I talk, I repeat myself a little.
My head should hurt, it seems, but it doesn't. I can't even feel a lump where they tell me I hit it on the floor.
This will be an odd Saturday.