Zombified and Empty

I don't know how long it's been since I've gotten sick.

It started out with just a swelling in my throat, next day it got worse, the day after there was a lot of pressure in my head, so much it was hard to think clearly, I also had a fever. Today my nose is running and getting stuffed at the same time, pressure in my head was immense, as if my skull shrunk and was threatening to get smaller and crush my brain. My head spun. I took some Theraflu for Sinus and Cold, it relieved the pressure.

It's hard to feel any emotion. At this point in time, I'm trying to motivate and inspire myself to write, because I really want to write! But I am empty.

I feel zombified. Something eager me to do some form of exercise. So I did. I did a combination of push-ups, downward dogs, and cobras. That cleared up my sinuses in about twenty seconds. I kept at it and did jumping jacks and football lunges. I felt pretty good. My blood was hot and rushed beneath my skin. But I still couldn't feel enough emotion to write.

My obsession with serial killers and fleshy white masks led me to have a dream about Corey Taylor in his new mask. We were at a red brick wall and the sky was black. That's all I remember.