>sniffle<
Tried to buy cold medicine last night.
Everything was non-drowsy.
Bitch, I wanted the drowsy.
I decided to drink a beer and take an Excedrin PM® which contains the number one doctor-recommended ingredients for relief of pain accompanied by sleeplessness.
My mother smuggled them into the country for me.
>sniffle<
Thanks Mom.
The the number one doctor-recommended ingredients for relief of pain accompanied by sleeplessness made me sleepy.
I zonked out watching Howards End, which gave me really strange dreams. I don't remember them now. Umbrellas and books were attacking me.
>sniffle<
I wonder if Emma Thompson hates Helena Bonham Carter.
I wish I could meet Emma Thompson because she seems like the sort of person who would be a fun mate. Someone you could get drunk with.
Kate Winslet too.
Not to say that Helena isn't nice, I don't know - maybe she is.
(Probably not.)
>sniffle<
I need to read E.M. Forster.
Probably not after taking an Excedrin PM.
I should go home.
Is it raining? It rained a lot today.
Have you ever noticed when you get off the Bakerloo line at Waterloo, the station smells like vomit. Take a big wiff next time and let me know.
I also feel like I am playing frogger when I try to cross over to the Northern Line.
Ok.
I'm going home now.
Bye.
Talk to you later.
>sniffle<


February 28th, 2007 at 10:07 pm
awww, feel better! I have some honest to goodness knock-your-ass-out NyQuil if you want!