I swear I did not enter this weekend with the intention of getting hammered and disappearing for two days straight.

(I actually didn't because I'd forgotten my cousin and her husband were coming over--if I'd remembered, the above statement would be a lie.)

... I've slept for almost/over/(I can't tell) twelve hours, so why am I so knackered?

I really need to just remember to eat if I'm going to keep up with any form of exercise.

High doses of anti-epileptic medication + increasing metabolism = overdosing/side effects.

Side effects generally involve me not being able to see properly (which idiot thought it was a good idea to have the eyes directly connected to the brain?) and generally feeling very hazy and scatter-brained. In short, I'm doped up and normally the only way to effectively get rid of it is to sleep it off (someone did explain to me why that is the case, but I have since forgotten) but going into what is pretty much a drug-induced hibernation does no good for my sleeping patterns. Which, in turn, makes my situation worse.

It really doesn't help that while I'm like this, though I can have a perfectly coherent and probably intelligent conversation with people online, I am absolutely useless offline because there are too many things to be distracted by. I'll go into the kitchen to get food (a sandwich, an apple, anything) and come out with a cup of coffee. And caffeine lowers the seizure threshold, so... well done, genius. I'd be having an easier time if I was on morphine. It would be easier if I was permanently scatter-brained/compus mentis rather then a messed up combination of both. I can't follow spoken conversation because I actually stop listening and then get confused when I try to pick it up again. I can't necessarily finish sentences because I get distracted by a random (and equally ridiculous) trail of thought that actually doesn't make sense when I try to voice it. Not because I can't articulate it, but because it was just absurd.

And because I can't see I seem to become almost entirely dependent on my hearing and everything sounds like someone just turned the volume up to eleven.

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Purely so I can make arrangements for hostile global takeover without the world and its cousin finding out.


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