Last night, while high on Nyquil, I wrote this little poem:

Doubts creep in,
like thieves in the night,
stealing all the happy.

And I’ve also had the following lyrics stuck in my head since bedtime last night:

“I made my bed, I’ll lie in it. I made my bed, I’ll die in it.”

Miss World – Hole. Live Through This

It felt very profound last night, and I can’t figure out if that’s a bad thing. Like I was FEELING it. Hmm.

Oh and I’ve been nursing the dreaded Nyquil hangover all day. I feel like a zombie. Just another reason to avoid it, I suppose. Considering the amount of benzos and alcohol I consume on the regular, it’s sort of bizarre that something like Nyquil or Benadryl can kick my ass so hard.

I’m going to start taking Zyrtec tonight, because I can’t even with these allergies.

Really…I can’t even with this week. But that could be an entire blog post on its own.