Nyquil

My nickname my freshman year of college was Nyquil.  Unfortunately, I think I lived up to that today.  I tend to get a little loopy on Nyquil.  Maybe it's because I don't drink alcohol any other time.  Maybe it's because the drug seems to last longer in my system.  Maybe it's all in my head.  In any case, I took Nyquil last night so that I could sleep even through the pain of my sore throat.  I slept good.  My friend wishes I would write down my dreams, and though I had a good dream last night, I can't retell it.  My drug-fogged dream is allusive in the light of reality.  Almost 8 hours of sleep later, I woke up and went to training.  As you can imagine, I still wasn't very awake.  I remember almost nothing of training (they gave me a manual, so it's like the same thing anyway).  And, for one of those rare occasions in my life, my throat still hurt so much that I was quiet for most of the day.  I'm sure some people wish they could see me in a quiet state.  You snooze, you lose.

After training, I came home and slept.  I slept good again.  I walked in the door, slipped off my shoes, dropped all my stuff, and crashed into bed.  I barely had the sense to turn on an alarm, which I definitely ignored later, but I didn't care because I was out.  Even when I did wake up again, I was so out of it that I almost didn't go to Medium Town, TX.  Alas, business called me there, and I didn't get home until almost 5:00pm.  There went my plan of getting things done in my classroom.  There went my utopian ideas of getting almost everything ready today.  I got nothing really done.  Everyone seems to be worried about me too.  They didn't get to see me this morning, so they had no idea what state of mind and physical weariness I was in, so I got phone calls from all my team members checking up on me.  Now I feel like a slacker.  I don't know how much I would have gotten done in the classroom anyway.  Mere conversation was a blur, and shopping---forget it.  I'm not much of a shopper anyway, but I drudged through the stores, and it took me twice as long to find what I needed to.  Bleh.

In honor of the memory of my performance today, I have decided not to repeat the Nyquil experiment.  I shall suffer through the night, hopefully being able to sleep, and wake up tomorrow with less of an excuse to look like I'm having a hangover, or like I've been up for three nights in a row.  (At least I didn't slur today--or at least, I don't think I did.)

Highlight of the day:  I got to talk to a very dear friend of mine from college this evening.  She's always been an uplifter of mine, and even though she has some distress in her life right now, she still managed to pick me up.  Thanks, Beautiful!