Oh boy!

Drove back to Iowa with a hallucinogenic fever. The clouds rolled down to the edge of the road, a great grey wall that made the trucks light up like carnival tents. Next day I was shaky and debilitated, unable to sit up or concentrate, something I haven't experienced in a long time. Mouth tasted like pine nuts, truly the worst of all possible tastes, and that prevented me from consuming anything. My inability to drink water made me temporarily wonder if I had rabies. Today I got dressed, walked around in the house, and ingested a glass of milk and a carrot. Oh boy!