This brain has been temporarily suspended due to illness and/or medication. Something of the above has stuffed my head and spine full of drunkiness and happy flannel blankets. This is some kind of happy virus, because my brain is loopy and everything feels very very soft and nice. The only bad parts is it makes my feet sweat and I do not like being zombie-trippy Brian Boitano on my cheap living room carpet and falling over cats. And neither do they.
Oh and the sheer pressure & volume of mucous in my sinuses has pushed the back of my head into another dimension. So none of this is my fault, really. Am seriously considering writing a story now about snot-fueled time travel device. Probably shouldn't. I think cold medication is pure, concentrated "Sounded Like A Good Idea At The Time" stuffed in a gelcap.