holoblomo day 4: fog

note: “holoblomo” stands for Horribly Local Blogging Month, my response to National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) that happens every November. The NaNoWriMo challenge asks writers to compose 50,000 words in a month; I chose 10,000 as my goal. Enjoy.

So here we are.

I am in the midst of a classic lightheaded, dizzying antihistamine haze. It doesn’t make everything funny or deep, but at least the fact that I can still breathe through my nose makes me not care about my brain-addled fog. I’d enjoy this little buzz a lot more if I didn’t feel primarily made of mucous. That and if it didn’t make me groggy during the day and unable to sleep at night.

Cold medicine is the only drug you have to sign your life away to get. The first time I was asked for my driver’s license at the pharmacy, I was so flattered! Golly, I giggled to myself, even with gooey eyes and a red nose I look under 21! Then I realized I wasn’t being carded... just being screened as a potential criminal. Thanks a lot, meth-heads.  

And that’s 1567 words.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.