Robotrippin'

My throat has hurt the past couple days and I've developed a slight cough; a cough that, if another person had, would normally piss me off in the morning on the train because they cough that dry dusty cough every twenty seconds and then clear their throat and after about five or six times, I would normally look at Hoyne and clench my teeth and say that, "they need to shut the fuck up," and he'd normally just shake his head and call me a fucking psycho for giving a shit, but today that guy was me so I guess have some sympathy because I really could not control the urge to drycough.
Anyway, I took Robitussin before I left the house and the bike ride was fine.  It was actually an oddly beautiful January day. I got into work and was really revved up until about two o'clock p.m. central time when I felt my senses getting icky and about thirty minutes later I was nothing but two mushy eyeballs sitting on my keyboard hopping over the keys, sending emails.  It was odd and I emailed Hoyne and told him how I was feeling and he said that two eyeballs is all you need to do our job and he was right.  That seemed to calm me down.  And how profound, though.  All I am at work is two mushy eyeballs, strained and redstreaked.  I think I'll lay off the 'tussin for a bit.