…my body becomes alien.
…horizontal sounds like a vacation destination.
…my eyes get mealy.
…thoughts come slowly, if they arrive at all.
…everyone is in my way.
…”putty” isn’t just the color of the office, it’s the color of the my skin.
…napping is the fix, and my bed is the pusher.
…all music sounds jangly, unless it is exactly 0 bmp.
…everything seems to be tipped at about 15 degrees uphill, and that includes communication.