Le sigh. So I forced myself to relax, or try to, even though I was suddenly unable to breathe through my nose and my lungs were aching and not processing any oxygen. Just relax, slowly start to drift off to *cough, cough, cough, cough!*
Grr! Maybe some water would help. So I make my careful way downstairs in the dark (if I turn the lights on, that guarantees that I'll stay awake), slurp down some water, do my best to unclog the sinuses, and head back up and get into bed, now that it's almost *cough, cough, cough, cough!*
Okay, so cough syrup and solitaire it is then; my stupid nose/throat/lungs finally dry out half an hour later, and staring at the screen is making my eyes twitchy. Sleep, when it finally comes at 2:00 a.m. or so, is a big heavy blanket.
It's also short -- I'm awakened at 6:15ish by Jimmy Kimble on the radio making a flip comment about having previously made some other flip comment. Groanblinky. The light keeps poking me in the eyes; head hurty; one of these days I need to get drunk so that I when I have these friggin' hangovers I at least had the experience of drinking the night before. Time for another 2-Advil breakfast.
But ... breakfast is good ... and the ibuprofin kicks in ... and I get some nice e-mails about the strip ... and even though I'm still tired and a bit draggy, I actually feel pretty good. And strangely enough, wishing hbar98 happy birthday brings me some unexpected cheer.
Suddenly I'm thinking of Ron in Prisoner of Azkaban: "So you're going to suffer ... but you'll be happy about it!"
I'm an odd person. :)