The Fluening is upon me. About once a year, I get Sick. Not sick, Sick. Chest cold, head cold, though thus far this year I thankfully haven't gotten an inner ear infection. Those are the worst.

I'm pretty lucid right now. A pretty large chunk of the time spent in my disease state is filled with dreams that border on hallucinations. It's kinda like an acid trip, but without any sense of euphoria, just tiredness. Usually I dream about impossibly complex puzzles--my brain is making shit up as it goes along, but it usually feels like some sort of cohesive cipher. Last year, it was building a vented underwater dome in Minecraft (which I have never actually installed, much less played); this year, apparently I'm dealing with some kind of The Mentalist murder-mystery with several thousand suspects that I'm trying to sort into various categories. I make it sound a lot more coherent than it actually is.

At any rate, this isn't an update so much as it is an exercise to try to remain, y'know, thinking straight. I'm a little curious about what I'll be reading in the space once I'm feeling better. Last year I did something similar in Notepad, and when I went back later I found a winding narrative about being an insurance adjuster partnered with the Sun, right in the middle of my existential ruminations. I was pretty damn Sick last year.