May 09, 2005
a head full
Generally I make jokes about having a head that is filled with the nonsensical and not very useful. Today, however, it is not a joke that I have a head full of not very useful stuff.
I have a cold. I have a head full of snot.
Gross, you say. And, boy, do I agree. Why is it that I can't think so good when my head's full? The brains are, perhaps, compressed into a configuration that doesn't allow them to undulate in a truly Dotty-licious fashion? I'm not feeling so Dotty-licious. There's no undulationability.
See for yourself. (and that's only the top layer)
