I can't hear out of either ear very well. It's like having a brain fog, but not. It's like wearing a muffler, but not. It's like having having a cold, really.
There are days, which I call Cosmic Days, where every single work phone call, project, package and person coming in the door is for me. Today was a day like that, only with the feeling of cotton-ball-ears. It made for a few interesting conversations...something about astroturf, another something about die cuts and another something about more astroturf. At least, I think it was astroturf. I'm not sure why that would be a topic, but I can't think of anything that sounds like astroturf, but not.
Right now, the choir is practicing in a cool, muffled sort of way. I need to get better fast because I'm still wandering around in a mild daze...
An Erinku:
blue phone list
tacked on
yellow wall
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