you say dissociative disorder, I say vacation without the plane tickets

I'm cooking dinner -- well, assembling dinner. And now I'm eating it. It's whole wheat macaroni with pinto beans, sea salt, fresh pepper, and probably more than my fair share of extra virgin olive oil. Oh, and I used some of the dried cilantro that Liza sent me home with a while back when she was sick in bed and I paid her a visit from the Visiting Paramedic Association. Wow, that was more than a while back, because I'm pretty sure I walked out of the ER with those liter bags of saline stashed in my winter coat. If I'd been working on the truck, there would have been no need to hide them. Nobody on the line would dime out a partner for something like that.

I just got off the phone with my friend Cindy, and I mentioned to her that I have been feeling really spacy for a couple of days now. Not daydreaming, but just walking into things and losing my train of thought. Oddly, it hasn't seemed to affect the rate at which things are getting done. But I feel as if I'm hydroplaning. There's a somatic dizziness that goes along with it, it's the weirdest thing. I'm not feeling overly fatigued or stressed, just blonde.

In the midst of all of this, I've begun my teaching project. My hope is to bang it out simply and move on with my life. Not building a damn piano, after all.