Binary Tuberculosis

I sit here at work holding a cup of green tea in one hand, typing with the other, and all the while trying to get lost in some music. My body may be on this world, but it did an exceptional job of fooling me a few times during my walk downstairs as I stepped sideways more often than forward. Walking has become an exercise in negotiation as my muscles fight gravity as if their rivalry surpasses that of the Montagues and Capulets.

I didn’t realize how difficult it could be to order a tuna salad sandwich when one can not utter a word clearly. I believe I lost the battle with the quickly agitated sandwich lady… tuna mediocrity won again: wheat, tuna, lettuce. And it surprisingly hid a disgusting amount of salt for such a little sandwich. And by the way, shouting “cucumbers please” with a sore throat is more painful than one imagines, it’s best just to shake your head signifying a Yes or a No.

On the lighter side, I believe I’m fulfilling the rights of my species quite thoroughly today, for as we all know, the males require the pampering of a newborn when ill for our suffering is rather grave and we are required to abuse the rewards of this illness until every heart feels sympathy towards us.