My Drug-Addled Brain

The first cold/flu of the season is often the worst.  The one I’m fighting now truly is sucking the life out of me, one cough at a time.  I expect the angel of death from The Adventures of Baron Munchausen is standing by to collect my glowing wispy soul, which is sure to be dislodged by one of this rib-aching bronchial hacks.  The drugs may keep said angel at bay, but they do weird – sometimes wonderful, sometimes nightmarish – things to my head.  For example, I saw this over at Living Between Wednesdays,
and immediately thought it would be cooler if the kids legs went inside its back like the old dewback Star Wars toy from my youth.