This is my brain on the flu.

I’ve been working while sick in my day job and I didn’t realize until Saturday just how bad I a shape I was in. Even as I managed to hold it together day-job wise, I didn’t touch my drawing tools for a whole week because it was wake up, work, come home, zonk out. I also didn’t schedule any updates for this blog, which is why there’s no new post on my NaNoMango project out today or yesterday. Everything that wasn’t the day job just stopped dead. That didn’t stop my brain from doing this to me:
Me (literally on the toilet while at work):
Brain: “You know, the Betty’s Mad Dash skits from the rightly-forgotten British sketch comedy Glam Metal Detectives would make a good retro game”
Me: “Shut up, brain, I’m trying to take a shit and then I need to get back to work.”
Brain: “No really, here’s the game mechanics. [itemized list of actions and movements that can happen in the game.”
Brain. “We’ve been over this. I don’t have time. I can’t code for shit. I don’t even play games because I decided that they were an addictive thing that I need to avoid back when the earth was still cooling. SHUT. UP”.
Brain: “Can you at least pass this on to your friends in Signal? They’ll get a laugh out of it”.
Me: “Oh, all right then. Tell you what, I’ll do a cryptic post on my Mastodon account and then we’ll both forget this ever happened”.
Brain: “OK, sounds good. Hey, you should ask around what people use to draw sprites.”
Me: “BRAIN. NO.”
So I wrap up work, go home, eat and go to bed. I mention the idea a few times to my wife before bedtime but my brain has finally started to settle down. But I don’t sleep well and at 7 AM my brain comes knocking.
Brain: “Hey, you know the reason you can’t code is you’re too impatient to learn the syntax of a language and handle brackets and stuff. So, here’s the core game logic as a crude pseudocode of my own devising to get you started.”
Luckily I got to spend much of Saturday in bed recuperating and my brain’s massively misplaced enthusiasm for an idea I cannot possibly turn into a reality in the time I have left in my life* is finally dying down. But this is what my brain does to me when I’m sick. It has no mercy whatsoever.

* I have no reason to presuppose that that won’t be another 40 years, though this weekend it sure felt like I was about to snuff it.