Are You Hearing What I’m Hearing?

Apparently I was running a little more temperature than within the norm, and I gotta say man, this shit is dope. I’ve never slept so much. I think I fell asleep about five times today, last of these I was asleep and had the laptop and cell phone piled up with all the books and stuff on the bedside table then I got woken up by something. I was not able to identify what it is. At that time, it took a while to tag it as ‘sound’ and a little more energy than would normally be required for that realization to evolve from ‘sound’ into ‘music'. Something is playing music. Now you see, make note of the fact that I wasn’t all up there, or maybe too much of me shot up there would make a better metaphor. So, following what seemed logical at the time, I thought the best thing to do would be to bang on my laptop keyboard. Not turn it on, not wake it up, not turn it off, no. Bang on its keyboard. Somehow the banging and fingering got the laptop on and I could still hear the music. What the hell was I thinking? Laptops don’t make music when they’re turned off, and if it had been sleeping the banging woulda definitely woken it up. That infernal tune was still there! Some time later, I was like “waaaait a second..”, used the laptop screen light and utilized the recently acquired conclusion after a belated ‘aha’ moment that there’s this invention called ‘cell phone’, that this extraterrestrial music was ‘ringing’ and that inebriated retard on one side of the call was me. That took a while to figure out too, since I couldn’t quite locate who was speaking in the dark. Hint? There was nobody else in the house.

Damn I was high.

Colds are awesome. I’m getting more sleep, a three-day break from all the work – not that I actually have a choice I couldn’t quite function when I kept passing out like a dog on mushrooms and shivering in front of the heater with more vibrating momentum than dad’s sacred electric latte/cappuccino whisk – I’m not eating so that’s a great diet, I’m not tasting anything anyway so I don’t mind not eating, hell, I’m not even thinking. This is awesome. You just hibernate for a couple of days. The only downside to the whole package is that I can’t taste coffee. My precious precious morning coffee tastes slightly different than the boiled water that my mom used to boil the corn. So that’s no coffee too, for these whole three days of rehabilitation. And the nutty part is, wait for it, I DON’T EVEN MIND THAT ANYMORE! Can you believe that?

No wait, what the hell am I saying? That can’t be right, it just can’t be right. I must be running a temperature again.

Let’s rewind that last sentence again and see where the fuse went off, shall we?

…precious morning coffee tastes slightly different than the boiled water that my mom used to boil the corn. So that’s no coffee too, for these whole three days of rehabilitation. And the nutty part is, wait for it, I DON’T EVEN MIND THAT ANYMORE! Can you believe that?  And it’s driving me crazy! My taste buds are activated by caffeine, how the hell are they gonna be of any use now?

Now that’s more like it.