Dec 15 2008
Hopped up on Nyquil and Loving It
So I’m still up after continually fighting this snot beast from hell called a “cold” or “flu”, my chest is totally congested, my head hurts, my back hurts, my freakin’ eyebrows hurt, I’m a walking medicine cabinet, Dayquil/Nyquil tastes practically like fruit juice to me now, and I see Japanese clowns everywhere. Yeah. They’re speaking Japanese. To me. And I don’t know Japanese. I mean, when would I have the time to learn how to speak Japanese? I don’t. And, yet, they’re talking to me in Japanese. That seems to defy logic, considering I don’t know Japanese.
One of them is holding a balloon that says “I am brain. I eat brain” on it. *Shrugs* Go figure. It’s the drugs. It’s got to be. Or maybe it’s just me and my inability to speak Japanese. Konichiwa.
I have illustrated to you, through this video, how I’m feeling right now. I always feel a visual is a good accompaniment for an article describing my woes as a medicine cabinet listening to Japanese clowns. Herez yaz gooooooooo…yummy.
