Someone Has a Case of the Blah’s

My brain is in a weird place lately. I’m not sure where that is, maybe Cleveland or something. Not that Cleveland is weird, I’ve just never been there so it would be weird for my brain to be there.  Without me.

See what I mean?

I thought that my week off would be the perfect time to do some reading and writing, relax and re-order things. It turns out, not so much.

Aside from all the running around I did when I was supposed to be recuperating with my foot higher than my heart, I just didn’t have it in me.   It turns out that it takes a lot more brain power to do those things than I thought, and than I had left.

Lately, I don’t want to do much of anything that involves brain power.  Why is that?

Is it that my beloved summer heat cooked my brain while I was sweltering on the couch wearing the sauna boot?  That would be a crime against nature because I love me some hot summer days.   To the point that I don’t have air conditioning in my house, which I definitely do not recommend if you have to wear a sauna boot.  In July.  During a heat wave.

Did the drugs trade my yay for meh? I was feeling pretty good during the before stage of this game.   The after stage is leaving a little to be desired.  Maybe I should blame it on the fact that they didn’t give me any drugs that actually made me feel even a little high.  I was sort of looking forward to that because I think that if you have to have your foot all ganked into das boot and with the stitches and everything, you should get to be high. It’s about balance; yin and yang. The universal consolation prize.

Maybe instead of working on my baby toe bone, the doctor took out my funny bone. Because not only have I lost my words, I have lost the funneh. And that is a problem for me.

Maybe I’m just going through a low, I don’t know, but I feel all jangoed up and I don’t like it.  No sir, I don’t like it.   I don’t like having nothing else to write about other than the fact that I feel meh and don’t know what to do about it.  Who wants to read that?   Don’t answer that. I don’t think my self-esteem can take it right now.

Part of the meh comes from the fact that I just don’t feel good. The drugs messed with my stomach, and the boot has jacked up my back, and I’m not sleeping well at all.  It’s hard to roll over when you have to concentrate on not clocking the dog in the head with the boot and also actually finding a position that doesn’t make your back clench up like Thurston Howell III’s ass at the same time.

Have I mentioned that I hate whining? And whiners? And yet here I am writing one giant whinefest of a post? And how much I hate that this is all I can come up with right now? And yet, here I am with the blah blibbity blah blah blaaaaaahhhhhhh. Emphasis on the blah.

Feel free to slap me.  I know I would.