Some noxious weed has been polluting the air for the last week or so. I've succumbed to medication in order to breathe, with the unhappy side effect that I walk around slightly dazed and my sleep cycle is disrupted. So I'm dazed and tired, but breathing and not feeling sick to my stomach. It's called progress, I guess. Harrumph. I much prefer the thinking and breathing combined, as it is the whole point of having a head to begin with.
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