I spent most of yesterday hugging a bucket. Who knew you could get food poisoning from cheese? The weird thing is when I'm sick my brain hemorrhages ideas. I ended up with a bunch of sticky notes all over my nightstand from thinking of first lines and story plots while my body was battling the demon bacteria raging war on my immune system.
When I woke up this morning, slightly more coherent, but still dizzy, I noticed that I had apparently been using the post it note pad from the back. All the notes have the stickum on the front side. But that wasn't the most puzzling part; reading through them with breakfast, I was intrigued by the one that says Touchy as a shaved monkey, but really puzzled by the twelve that just said gloop.