nny | (no subject)

It's weird, 'cos when I say - when I say there was something sleek and darkly furred running up the insides of my skull last night like a hamster in a wheel, or when I say about the stacks and stacks of milk bottles, stark black and white, it doesn't sound that different from my usual drivel. I can tell the difference, though, and that definitely felt spongy-funny like fever dreams. Mmph. Every bone in my body aches most especially my skull, and it's making me cry. I need to go to work anyway, because I do, but I can't seem to sort out my head enough to plan a lesson. Was gonna do pronouns, but I can't even sort my head out enough to work out what they are let along find an interesting and illuminating way of talking about 'em. Really really want to disappear back under the covers and hibernate, but even if I didn't go to work I'd have to plan a cover lesson.

Suck.