So, I’m sick, if you can call it that.  I’m in extreme amounts of pain, but I’m still at work (though I had to leave yesterday, whatevs).  I guess people handle pain differently.  My brain does a funky I’m-going-to-keep-working-but-you’re-not-going-to-know thing.  Today’s fun example:

La la la, working.  Oh, it’s time for lunch!  Fantabulous!  Boy needs an orange peeler, so I’ll head out to go find one.  The cooking store is only three blocks or so away, I can handle it.  Plus, I need to get out of my cubicle.  On the way, pain hits.  It’s awful.

When I came to, and it’s much like waking up from passing out, I’m in Chinatown.  Now, this may not seem weird to anyone else, but it’s about ten city blocks out of my way, I’ve never walked there before, and the way is kind of difficult.  There are only two ways to get (to the best of my knowledge) – a strange little tunnel or a really big hill.  I don’t remember either of these two things.  I do remember that I was on my way to the cooking store and BAM! I’m in Chinatown.  I just stood there (looking very lost and much like a tourist, I presume) as I tried to realize the fact that I wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating, that I was very much in Chinatown and it had only taken me (if cell phone time can be trusted) about twelve minutes – plenty of time to walk up the big hill, but not enough to cut through the tunnel and walk the stairs. 

How does this happen?  I don’t know.  It doesn’t happen that often and the last time I remember it happening I was (luckily or unluckily) on a train.  I ended up on the wrong train and in the wrong spot, but at least it was explainable.  This was just strange.  And back when I lived at my parents house, when this used to happen, no matter what I was doing, I would head home.  I went to college two states away freshman year and twice, I woke up to find myself walking home, which was only possible on a highway.  Offramps are not fun places to be, I assure you.  Suffice it to say, the decision to transfer back to my home state, much closer to my parents house, was a good one.  But today, where was I going?