I picked up a cold from Laura on Wednesday, when we stole a half-hour with one another before she headed home. It hit on Friday morning - sore throat, some sinus blockage, nothing major. Certainly not bad enough to spoil the first overnight with Laura since before I went to BC.
Which was wonderful, and only in that it ended too soon (she left at noon) (geez, I'm rhyming, whaddaya know?) do I have any complaints.
Well, I decided to take it easy yesterday. Caught up, more or less, with lj, played too much Destructo-Match too on that fucking neopets site and, around the time my favourite "old fart", Danny Finkleman was being baffled by life and spinning old records, I decided that NyQuil was the order of the day.
Took a hit around 8:30. Started feeling a little woozy shortly thereafter, so decided a second shot would make me even woozier (and so, lead to an even better sleep.
Around 10:00, the Brilliant Young Geoffrey "thought": "Say! Why not have yet another?"
And so I did, then proceded shortly after to my bed.
Where I soon fell into uneasy slumber. Many dreams of the half-awake kind and with return to full consciousness perhaps every 40 minutes or so.
It is now 0500 hours. I am exhausted, sick and fairly certain I will be in no condition to go out for hockey on Monday morning - which irritates me to know end, seing as how its been nearly a year since I played and finding out last Thursday that I can start work late on Mondays had me all excited.
grumble grumble grumble