I'm all hopped up on cough syrup

On "National Shoulder-blade Appreciation Day," no less. I made up that holiday a year ago, sitting in the last row of my Soc Theory class, obviously paying attention...well at least to the attractive shoulder-blades in front of me! Anyway, being sick just sucks. I couldn't sleep last night (chills/fever/achy combo) so I finally got up to take some drugs and watch TV. I just couldn't listen to my thoughts for one more second, ya' know? I'd even started chanting swear words "fuck!..shit!..dick!..bitch!" I think the fever induced hallucinations were getting to me. You wouldn't believe what you can watch now at 2 in the morning, since my last bout of insomnia things have really improved -- I watched a documentary on Late in Life Lesbians and a replay of Jamie Foxx on Leno. Still, at 3am things seem to hit a wall, THANK GOD FOR ON DEMAND. A couple minutes into Dodgeball and the medicine kicked in and had me drooling like a baby fast asleep. I just can't believe that I made it all the way through January feeling great (the warm temps and rollerblading helped, I'm sure) only to start February off feeling destroyed and weeping at the drop of a hat. I'm hoping to be completely over that, as this is my last week of work. Not only would I like to show up for it, but it'd be nice to end on a positive note seeing as working there has been a great experience and it will be hard enough to say goodbye to the people who have become such a big part of my life over the past four years.

Ok, before I get too sentimental, I best go resume my position on the couch. I'm feeling rather warm at the moment, so perhaps my fever is breaking = YEAH! Go away cold, don't you know I have things to do?