My brain is a little sludgy lately. I’m not sure if it’s this cold that won’t go away or the weather. Actually, I’m pretty sure I know exactly what it is. I’m getting anxious about my next appointment with Aloysius. November 30th. Three weeks. Twenty one days. Dude.
A lot of you are participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) or NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month), but I’m thinking of November as NoGoFreBouScanNoMo (Not Gonna Freak About Scans No More). So far I’m sucking at it. And it’s making me dumb.
I can prove it. Here’s the convo I had with my little brother just the other day:
Thom: Hey Elly! What did the vagina say to the vibrator?
Me: *blank stare*
Thom: *shaking in his seat* ERRRGGGGHHH
Me: Heh. How do you spell “ERRRGGGHHH?”
Thom: Are you going to blog this?
Me: Probably. It seems sad to waste a vagina joke. *pauses to sip drink* Wait, shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t the vibrator say *shaking in seat* “ERRRRGGGHHH?”
Thom: But a vibrator doesn’t have lips.
Me: *blank stare, sips drink, finishes dinner, time passes* Oh! I get it! A vagina DOES have lips! So it can talk!
Thom: *blank stare*
Did you hear that, Interwebz? I totally missed a vagina joke! If that doesn’t prove I’m not quite myself, I don’t know what does. So bear (bare?) with me if my grammar and spelling are even worse than usual for the next three weeks.
When I was sick, I started compiling a soundtrack of the songs that played in my head while I was hooked up to chemo, feeling lonely, or laughing at my shiny head. Being the nerd that I am, I actually had copies pressed for family and friends when I went into remission. I called them my “Thanks for Not Letting Me Die Presents.” You know, like Christmas presents…but in a morbid and questionably unhealthy way.
Anyway, I have one of the songs from that mix stuck in my head today. And based on the conversations I’ve had and blogs I’ve read this week, it seems I’m not the only one feeling a little “off” and sludgy. So here’s today’s ear worm. As the adorable Rosy Grier said, “It might make you feel better.”