auto-pilot

I am sick as a dog.

The interesting part of being sick is the way it can make us examine the things around us that we normally don't view in the excruciating detail that somehow I am viewing things today.

Maybe it's the mixture of ibuprofen, ephedrine, caffeine and Airborne™ but certain details just pop out more to me when my head feels slightly dissociated from the rest of my body.

And yet, I can't seem to write about any of them.

Running on autopilot.