That was weird . . .

I’ve been trying to get over a sinus infection for over a week now. A couple of times a night I wake up and have to find a dry patch of bed to go back to sleep on. My face hurts. My teeth hurt. I’ve felt weak and tired, and of course I’ve had the beautiful nasal symptoms. I’ve been taking antibiotics since Monday and last night I finally got more than 6 hours of sleep.

I got up at 10 this morning, made corned beef hash and eggs for breakfast and jumped back in bed to watch Regis and Kelly. I thought about going to a noon meeting and suddenly it was 12:30. I took a nap, sort of. I watched a little TV. I dicked around on the internet, wrote an essay over at The Second Road. Took some more aspirin. Briefly considered a 5:30 meeting and dismissed the thought. I’d go to the 8. Didn’t go. Retagged all my mp3 files. All 4,000 of them. Ditched the 10, too. I haven’t even showered today. Time just slipped away the same way it did when I was crashing after a runner on crystal meth.

I wonder if it’s just that crashing from crystal meth and fighting off an infection for so long both just make you spacey.

Then I watched TMZ. I’m afraid it’s my newest guilty pleasure. Popular culture only interests me to the extent that it makes me feel superior. I am deeply indebted to Lindsey Lohan for boosting my ego. But I think it’s time for more asprin and bed.