Pär was on his (actually, Mary Anne's) laptop this morning, having an online conversation with some people on the mud. I wandered through the room picking up papers and books and such and then quickly discarding them because looking at words hurt my brain.

Pär: You should have some breakfast.

Karen: Yes, but there's nothing in the house to eat.

Pär: You could make cinnamon toast.

Karen: [lukewarm reception]

Pär: Or hotdogs...

Karen: [nauseated reception]

Pär: Someone on the mud just made cinnamon rolls. You could have those.

Karen: Uh, I could, if they were here.

Pär: You can eat them virtually. You can think about eating them.

Karen: I... I could... the... Aaagh! [reeling around clutching at forehead]

Pär: Whoops, sorry! Abstract thought too painful! Cannot grasp concept of non-physical objects! Humor too complex!

Karen: [nodding, lurching off in search of ibuprofin]