I Know I'm Sick When...

• I wake up at 10:30 and think it's only 7:00.
• Food tastes like chunky air. And requires way too much effort.
  
• Horribly horrible movies like "Must Love Dogs" distract me.
• My only writing idea is stolen directly from a movie.
• I operate in a zombie state, disinterested in both sleep and consciousness.
• Information refuses to stay in my head.
• I fantasize about breathing.
• Tissues (of all brands) are my bestest friends in the whole world.
• I justify this sort of nothingness as a blog post.

Goodnight, Moon.