You'd think I'm drunk. You'd be wrong.

Ack! I can't focus today. Can hardly think. I suppose the mold must be really high again. I have that foggy, slightly sleepy feeling that I remember getting from drinking a couple of beers back in the day. You'd think it would be fun, but it's not. It's just irritating, because I have work to do. Actually constructing targeted sentences (which is my job) is impossible. I keep drifting over to the web, looking for something entertaining to read instead. Look! Something Shiny! Shit! My brain is a 5-year-old!