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Permalink 07/19/07 at 06:09:15 am, by Ed, 229 words   English (US)
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Yesterday, around 10:00 AM, I had a massive brain freeze. I couldn't think about anything at all, it felt like half of my braincells died in the course of 30 seconds. I didn't quite recover for several hours after that.

Or rather, I didn't quite recover at all, because the next morning (this morning) I woke up around 3:00 fully dressed, in the middle of putting away my laundry (I don't remember giving up in the middle, but there I was, with the light still on), and almost unable to move. Every single muscle in my body resisted every attempt to go anywhere, I was hardly able to even get out of bed to get a glass of water. And when I did, I realized that I must have bit my tongue terribly hard. It still hurts.

It did not pass by the time I got up. It still hasn't fully passed yet. My legs still protest, and as I was walking out of the parking garage to go to work, I fell down the stairs and scraped my knee.

Speaking of which, mom, do you think you can fix my pants for me? There's a hole in the knee. Honestly, I don't know how it got there, mom.

So in short, having a massive brain freeze and unresponsive muscles, I know what my druggy roommate will feel like when he's old.

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