This morning when I arrived at work, I stepped out of my car in the parking lot and a wave of vertigo washed over me. It was almost like experiencing a bar-hopping bender, in that my senses seemed to be in a fog as the ground shifted uncomfortably under my feet. Except that the strongest thing I'd had to drink was a Diet Dr Pepper and I had no desire to call up someone I hadn't seen in 10 years and babble incoherently at them.
The troubling thing is that now, two hours later, it's still with me. Not quite so strong, but the floor and walls decide to unnaturally shift around me in a distinctly uncomfortable manner every few minutes. Not something I can say I'd recommend.
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