Do not ask me if I would like a hamburger or a taco or maybe a large turkey sandwich on rye, because the decision-making sector of my brain has shut down entirely. All those words you are speaking make no sense and instead feel like the tip of a beak that is busily pecking at my cornea.

dooce: Nooner

Sometimes, Dooce writes things that really speak to me. Sometimes, she writes things that speak for me.