We become...silhouettes when our bodies finally go.

I am feeling less than yesterday. Behold the fluctuation of illness. The other night I was at the Art Bar and between running a bit of a fever, being on two decongestants and having a Smirnoff Ice, I was momentarily transformed to some altered consciousness. I felt like I was in that scene in “Garden State” where Largeman is on the couch and just completely out of it. Except, of course, the Postal Service song that made me check out was not in the movie.

So I sort of stood there and was within myself completely and totally out of myself. I’m sure to hardcore drug users decongestant and a glorified wine cooler seems like nothing, but it was enough at that moment to send me someplace else. So I’m riding the wave of illness. Yesterday I had myself convinced that my sickness was allergies. Today I know differently since I forgot to take the hardcore nasal spray on my way out the door this morning. I now realize feeling better yesterday had nothing to do with pollen and everything to do with medication.

Read this with a deep and raspy voice.