Sadly, prescription for cowbell needs refill

[sigma7]

Fever over, I think. I never can tell. I have a shaky relationship with the digital thermometer. I'm not sure I've ever gotten an accurate reading from one. But I feel more coherent. Interestingly, when I'm sick, and I'm trying to sleep, instead of my thoughts randomizing (which I can recognize happening, now, and it's a comforting realization, because it means I'm almost asleep), apparently my brain makes formulas. Nonsensical algebraic formulas. Which it begins to autonomously factor and solve. And they were all about the presidential primary races. This is not sleep, this is work, and actually the entire process left me more exhausted than before. And convinced that it's Hillary vs. McCain in November and like you needed my demented feverish subconscious to tell you that at this stage in the game. We've got entire channels devoted specifically to more erudite and well-dressed demented feverish superconsciousnesses who all arrived at that train station a week ago.

Had some bread and noodles last night, first time in a few days. I can hear the little men in my stomach already deeply confused. ("Dude. Wait. This...what is this? Guys? Food? Is that us? I mean, are we sure this isn't for, like, the kidneys or something? Do we even do this? Really? Are you sure? I thought we were, like, the immune system or something. What? Bones? Seriously? Narrow bones? Oh. Marrow. Right. Whatever. But anyway, food? Really? Uhm, okay, if you say so. Do we...do we have, like, a manual for this? 'Cause I'm just kinda playing by ear, here. I got some bread now, and Carl, you know Carl, in the esophagus says there's going to be some noodles heading our way in about fifteen, so if we don't have a plan, we really need to come up with one real quick-like.") Still taking Tamiflu, even though its list of "adverse effects" make the flu seem somewhat relaxing. I do advise taking possible hallucinogenics and watching Pokémon, though. Sweet Jesus I have no idea whats going on OMG DID THAT PENGIN JUST TALK AND WADDLE OMG OMG MY HANDS THEYRE LARGER THAN MY MIND AIEEE.

All in all, I'd rather be at the dentist.

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[lacunarity.livejournal.com]

A few years ago when I was both taking a class on muscle cells and learning to play Go, I got a bad cold and kept having dreams where my mental games of Go kept controlling the sodium and potassium levels involved in the muscle contraction, depending on which side was winning. Graphs were involved.

By which I mean, subconscious minds during colds are awesome. For once, everything makes sense.