Narcotics

All night long I thought of lots of great things to write about. Some of it was blogging ideas. Some of it was fiction ideas. But it didn't make any sense, even at the time. And by morning I'd forgotten.

A bit ago I got up to practice some personal hygiene. deodorant was at the top of my list. Imagine me, on my office "stool" (it's not a chair because the back broke off) sitting in front of the bathroom sink. I have to straddle the sink area so as to get my face close enough to the sink to wash it. Plus it's tricky because the sink only comes up to about chin height when I'm on my rolling stool. So, I was straddling the sink thing, but putting one foot (you can guess which one) up on the toilet. Like, just stuck all the way across the open toilet, with the foot neatly sticking off the other end of the toilet into the bathroom corner. I brushed my teeth. Nice. I washed my face, and even exfoliated. By the end of the exfoliating, before I'd gotten a chance to moisturize - I got very nauseous. This happens. When I move. I'd forgotten, because I was just fine for my first 7 minutes of hygiene. So I had to lay my head on the cool sink for a bit, and then return to bed. Then I remembered that I forgot the deodorant.