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.
spence texted me at 1:30am to call you because he was pretty sure you were dead, so it's good to read that you're obviously not.
ReplyDeleteYou can really scare the hell out of me sometimes.
ReplyDelete~Nate