i'm high as hell on dayquil, but it's the only thing that is keeping me from tucking myself into the couch with the yellow afghan gran made with a cup of tea and the clicker. oh, and the fact that I HAVE EXHAUSTED MY SUPPLY OF MINT GREEN TEA. and i hate television with the exception of everyday italian.
for every shower and spicy meal i'm afforded roughly 30 minutes of breathing-through-nose time. when i speak it sounds like a thousand tiny porcupines with stuffy noses have decided to colonize my throat.