I woke up yesterday not being able to breathe through my nose. Eventually that went away, but I feel like these liquid based aliens pulled a Babel Fish, and crawled inside my head and did extremely unwanted things to my brain. And when I say liquid based, I don't mean little critters that crawl through water, or living soda, or that thing that lives in the lake. No, I mean Goo. The Goo for some reason has decided to inhabit my face, and has done a wonderful job. If you can imagine this, I have a few globules of Goo in my head, nesting in my sinus', my eyes, and under my jaw, and it hurts.
The main side effect, besides the pain and the oozing, is that it has driven me completely insane. The goo climbed up into my skull, wrapped around the cookie that I've been using as my brain, and snapped it completely in half. Earlier this morning, I was stalking around my house groaning "GIMME MOAR ORANGE JUICE."
I freaking love orange juice, but this is a lot, even for me. I started talking loudly to myself (not to the voice in my head, but to myself) completely ignoring my dog, and I decided to go to school early so that I didn't have to be in my own company any longer.
Whee, that car ride was fun. Having a semi-deranged teenager conversely singing (badly) along with the radio, and talking to the air is certainly a sight. I wonder what the other drivers thought when they saw me mourning the loss of my brain cookie. I truly hope that I can find some fondant to glue my cookie back together before it gets moldy and becomes COMPLETELY unusable. I've had that cookie for a while, and it has great sentimental meaning. I don't want to get a whole new one in the beginning of the semester.
But, on the bright side, the breaking of my cookie seems to have erased the voice in my head.
