The David Bowie Disease strikes again.

Fear not, gentle friends, for I have not grown a three-foot weiner. No, it's much more mundane than that, at least on a progressive scale of weirdness.

I would, however, enjoy it very much if the world stopped spinning like an insane tilt-a-whirl every time I look to my right peripheral side, walk, or lay my head down. It would be a plus.

Though I'm on Meclizine again, I don't expect to be recovered by tomorrow, though I know that I have to go to work. I actually feel guilty having taken the day off.


I think I'm going to go sit on my porch and let the cold air from the rainspell wash over me. If it were drier, I'd go and ground some energy-- maybe it'd help with my head buzzing.