Ah, these double cheeseburgers will provide all the energy I need to…Zzzzzzzzzzzz

I didn’t sleep very well last night.  After watching what had to be the greatest game of football I’ve ever witnessed I was all sorts of out of my head.  I watched the Superbowl at my place alone because I’ve been so sick, but afterwards I was all set to go charging out into the streets of New York to scream and jump and hoot and yell.  Then I coughed for about twenty minutes and decided to take NyQuil.  Which was a mistake.  Because I was so freakhog wired so it didn’t settle me down so much as make my thoughts come alive in weird NyQuil day-glo-green fashion.  The people wandering the street outside screaming sporadically became people bursting into my apartment screaming sporadically.  And the excitement of watching the players on the television turned into me arguing with the players in my living room about…I don’t remember what…something incredibly stupid that I had a very strong opinion on.  Which Harry Potter book was the weakest or something.  And I’m pretty sure that around two in the morning I was standing on my couch trying to text people.  Although I might have dreamed that.  I might have dreamed all of it for that matter, such is the riddle of NyQuil.

But it’s time to work now.  I mentioned  few weeks ago how I was getting a little too good at meeting these deadlines, and how I was just stupid enough to let that screw me up, which it’s dangerously close to doing this week.  Granted, I was/am legitimately ill, and writing last week was impossible.  But I could have gotten a lot more done this weekend than I did, except I didn’t because my stupid past-self was convinced that I could meet any deadline.  So now it’s Monday night and I’ve got nothing and those cheeseburgers are making me so sleepy…