Brain: Man, I can’t see anything through this fog
Me: Yawn, what?
Brain: I can’t see shit through this fog. What the hell did you do?
Brain: No really, what did you do?
Me: About what?
Brain: What do you mean, about what?
Me You asked me what did I do and all I asked was what did I do about what?
Brain: You make me hurt
Brain: Let’s try that again – what did you do to cause this head full of fog?
Me: I don’t know
Brain: No really, what did you do to cause this head full of fog?
Me: Maybe it was the Nyquil I took before we went to bed
Brain: Of course it’s the Nyquil, “the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, aching, coughing, stuffy-head, fever, so you can rest and wake up in a fucking fog medicine.”
Me: So what’s the big deal?
Brain: Big deal? Well I’m sitting here with a head full of fog on a Monday morning. Not a great way to start the week
Me: Quit being a baby. Have a shower and you’ll be good to go
Brain: I need a shower of coffee is what I need
Me: You’re so sensitive
Brain: Fuck off
Me: Don’t be such a baby
Brain: I’ll do what I want
Me: Good then why don’t you have some coffee
Brain: Mmmmmm, that coffee is so fucking good
Me: Told ya
Brain: It’s getting better. I think the Nyquil fog is starting to lift
Brain: Hey, we need to get our ass moving
Me: I agree
Brain: Then let’s go