I've got the cold.
That's not really worth any sort of complaining about or even remotely post worthy, the world keeps turning, I still go to work. What I'd like to bring up, is the drugs. Oooo, the drugs. Normally I would avoid taking drugs, as they're expensive, and so long as I can sleep, I'm fine, you'll find me under a pile of blankets, surrounded by empty mugs and cleanex boxes. But this is not the case as I'm needed to participate at work. So I broke out the nyquil to try and make sure I got some sleep. That shyte is crazy. You take that stuff, and you're gone for a good few hours. I took it again when I got up at 5:30 so I could sleep for the morning. Got up around 11 and I've been in a tunnel ever since. I thought I'd be ok for the evening at work, then I went to homedepo with dad. Oh dear. We were talking about a plan with measurements, and I just got totally lost. In the end, we just looked over my diagram more, made notes, checked prices, and decided to come back tomorrow with a better idea of exactly what the game plan is. Good plan Dad, let's hope I'm more coherent tomorrow. Needless to say, there's now a bottle of dayquil beside my monitor. I'm not on my a-game, but I can breathe. No hallucinations, but the oddest thoughts will pop into my head, like what kind of filling they could use in teddy bears so that childrent can use them as flotation devices should their bedrooms flood. Yep, she'll be an interesting evening.
Wednesday, October 12
