so i was sick over the weekend.

not really really sick, i talked about that a bit on friday, i wasn't totally bedridden or anything, but i felt pretty cruddy. cruddy enough, in fact, that i took some medicine, some sudafed. i don't normally take medicine, i think it's the hardass side of my personality wanting to break the stereotype of the guy who turns into a total sissy whenever the slightest hint of physical illness rears its head.

anyways, taking medicine leads to it's whole own set of issues, especially with something like sudafed which makes you feel like your blood's been replaced with mountain dew, or something fizzy and loaded with caffeine anyway. i guess now is the time i should mention that whenever i went to college, i pretty much gave up caffeine, so any time it ends up in my system, it screws with me, probably as much as crack would fool with a normal person. the cup of tea that i had each night probably didn't help with anything as far as that went.

saturday and sunday night, i was so hopped up from all the foreign substances coarsing their way through my bloodstream that even though i had the desire to go to sleep around midnight, around ten, actually, there was no way that my chemical taskmasters would have allowed that. i swear it turned me into some sort of superhuman, i think if i ever took that stuff when i wasn't sick, i'd go days, maybe weeks without sleep. even being sick, i didn't go to sleep until sometime around two and felt more than awake when i popped out of bed around half past six. chipper even.

it was scary, i felt like a mutant.

feeling: better
thinking of: lotion
music: "after midnight" patsy cline