There is a weasel that lives in my head.
Today he has decided to have a few friends over for a party.
They are playing weaselball, complete with a full Taiko drum orchestra.
I am loaded up on decongestants and painkillers to the point where my eyes aren't following quite right when I turn my head.
Give me pity love.
For some reason the past couple of days, I've been craving lettuce.
Today I've eaten an entire head of iceberg lettuce, just snacking on it.
I suppose there worse things to crave, but this is just weird.