foothills

well this week sucked the life out of me the way only a cuddly slew of totally objective and ruthlessly efficient virus marauders can. and while i would like to say i fully loathe being infected by beings from outer spaces of my being, i instead let rip the roaring gas vent of truth when i say such is not the case. i noticed that my dreams were incredibly vibrant this time around in a way i did not notice the last time i was sick. i tend to have two bouts of infirm a year that are marked enough that i moan and burble and give myself the freedom to mucosify all of my belongings out of shear capitulation. i also noticed that my when my sense of smell was removed i preferred chamomile tea and honey. i was surprised by that because how would i know without a sense of smell besides recommendation from nut job herbalist books. another effect i found interesting was how much simpler i found it to ignore things. i am not sure exactly how this one works. if my mind was not actually juiced up with enough atp due to the redistribution of resources then maybe it simply did not have the ability to take in my surroundings in detail and so ignore the lost pixels. but maybe its active defocusing of my senses. a blur tool to mute out the jagged edges in my perception. i like to think i have a blur tool in my filter set that i can smlrblfy people with when i can take no more. im happy that im back to earth or rather the outer spaceites are now outerve my space. and i realized that i do in fact like the my morning jacket album Z. and i also realize that the album i erroneously thought was Z when it was first released was something totally different. imagine hating peanut butter for 2 years but actually hating tapeworms, so when someone asks you do you like peanut butter you respond violently to the question with a lurch and a drubbing. well whoever got that drubbing i take it back i love this album.