I hate head colds- it always feels like the rest of the world is reaching me on a not quite tuned in frequency. I feel like I’m packed in cotton and in a glass-encased enclosure. I’m interacting with the world but I’m not quite all the way here. I can’t really think or process things the way I’d like to and I walk around in a fog. I can’t wait for this bastard to be done with me and go away.