Empty-bubble-brained kitteh from I Can Has Cheezburger?
I'm happy to report I'm doing better than this kitteh. My head keeps getting a little clearer, day by day. Oddly, I can pinpoint just when the fog started to seriously lift: 5:30 Wednesday, following a few Advil and a nice phone chat with a friend while reclining comfortably in my bed. Obviously I should do that more often.
I'm starting to be really hopeful. Maybe that means I have the dumb, fur real. Maybe I'm grasping at straws, churning in denial. But my gut feeling is no, I'm really beginning to feel better.
Good thing, too. I don't do the dumb anywhere near as cutely as a LOLcat.