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1:02pm March 9, 2013

Strange body and mind weird things

I don’t know quite what is happening.

I feel like I’m floating little pieces divided into little petals of bright pink and bright blue.

And they are inside my belly and they are moving around and I can’t seem to stop them.

And they hurt. They hurt in a way that reminds me of that horrible sound that comes out of my mouth when my belly hurts so much that I forget where the sound is coming from until something reminds me.

Somewhere way back in my mind I remember antibiotics hurt bellies.

I can’t drink more kefir until a certain amount of time past my antibiotics. Also can’t drink it until my stomach has passed my Ensure. Because piling things in my stomach won’t help when damn thing is paralyzed.

A lot of odd thoughts keep passing through my head. Like the flower petals. Only weirder. And they go through so fast I can’t fix my thoughts on one before another goes through. Some are just odd, some are grotesque. Fortunately the grotesque ones are gone too fast to be a problem.

A lot of the thoughts have to do with Voyager, because I’m making my way through the series for the first time. But they’re not from actual episodes. They’re random weird stuff dredged up by my brain. My brain seems to have an excellent grasp of character in particular. Also lines of dialogue. But not plot or anything like that.

So I hear and see in my head all these characters, doing and saying all these strange things that fit them and don’t quite fit them at the same time. Also bleeps and bloops from machines.

I am also tired. Like so tired that various body systems aren’t quite working the way they normally would. Not bad enough to be worrisome. And also Lord of the Rings stuff in with the Voyager stuff. And the word ‘festivion’, which I can’t remember ever hearing.

Being this tired means lying with every body part touching something. Even my typing fingers almost sit on the screen and type random letters. And Neelix is planning to take off in his own ship somewhere. Not sure where he got a ship from but he has weird plans for it that I’ve just forgotten already. And that’s exactly how fast these things leave my head right now.

And then I just lay here with my eyes closed not sleeping not dreaming not anything much. Then wondering why nobody in my head has reported what’s going on. Then realizing characters from TV shows can’t act independently act on my behalf. And can’t file damage reports as if I’m a malfunctioning computer — or space ship. But now someone I don’t recognize is having his feet dipped in ice cream for no apparent reason.

I think I’m likely to fall asleep or something if I don’t hit the publish button soon. And Tuvok is measuring something about ants with his tricorder. Tuvok has a very Spock-like voice, more so than most other Vulcan characters. Don’t worry too much about me. I think I’m just dealing with antibiotics making me feel really weird, plus adjusting to an entirely new sleep pattern compared to before. It’s enough to make anyone a little weird.

Now the characters are turning into cars with human heads and faces. And there’s telephones with the lines and receivers all utterly cross-wired with cables for some reason. I think this might be a very good sign I should probably sleep for real. :-P

ETA: Whenever fall asleep real, I dream in much detail about editing this document on a laptop that doesn’t even work right now. FML. ;-)