Still shaking the last vestiges of June-Goo ’08. <\/p>\n
Tues\/Thurs was the worst of this infestation. Which was really weird because I was utterly down for the count both days yet was functional in the office on Wednesday. Very weird.<\/p>\n
Despite my hatred of the growing police state we live in, I signed away my life for some Pseudophedrine<\/a>. The only think that kicks the crap out of severe congestion and flu for me.<\/p>\n The reason you have to sign for it now, is because some morons decided it was a great substance with which to make methamphetimines<\/a>. And since the current US government treats its people as more likely to commit a crime than be honest, the drugs are no longer over the counter.<\/p>\n Amphetamines were known by another term in the 70s. Speed. Pseudophedrine is in fact related to amphetamines. <\/p>\n Which leads me back to this post.<\/p>\n We got in from Avenue Q last night around 11:30. I pretty much fell over in exhaustion congested to the back of my head at midnight. But not before taking to Pseudophedrine. At about 2:45 I woke up. Jittery and WIDE AWAKE.<\/p>\n This is not going to be very conducive for the rest of my day or weekend. I’m solo parenting “a” this afternoon and evening while “H” does mass. I obviously must be awake and focussed. This is humous while I sit here on a Saturday before 6am scratching at the feeling of the hair on my arms because I feel slightly like a strung out junky.<\/p>\n I suppose the good side of this is that I only get this wired on the stuff when it’s reaching the end of its usefulness. Translation: If I take it easy today (and its a non-work day) I should be healthy by the time I go to sleep.<\/p>\n This would be exceedingly good because the mantra<\/a> I have this weekend is, “When I awake tomorrow, Grecian travelers will be en route home.”<\/p>\nShare this:<\/h3>