When I woke up from the nap a lot of interesting stuff started running through my fevered head, but I've been unable to find any words to describe any of it. Words used to swarm to my thoughts like moths around a light bulb, but now they scatter like cockroaches when a light is turned on. Oops, there they go now.
There was another entire thing I was going to write about but it has utterly vanished. I've been sitting here trying to dredge it up, but nothing appears. It's very strange to have your brain in a coma while you are still walking around. And I haven't even been drinking. No dinner means I didn't even have a beer. Maybe that's the problem. I'm unfueled. But I don't feel like drinking now, any more than I feel like eating. I've got some butter softened and bread that will go stale, so maybe I'll make a couple of slices of toast with apple butter. Too bad toast with apple butter doesn't go with beer.
I need to sleep again.