The fog continues, but I am on the mend. Incidentally, I don't care for anything with pseudephedrine in it. I know there are few choices when you are battling nasal congestion, but it messes with me, and my pulse abnormally quickens. Plus, it replaces the fog with a frenzy. I'm not sure how useful I am in either state.
When you're sick, there's little to do except further numb your mind with television. This will be the excuse I use for mentioning that Wednesday evening's episode of Lost freaked me the hell out. I don't think it was just the Nyquil talking- all the scenes with the psychic, and the final scene with the weirdo Ethan Rom dude (cousin of Tom Cruise)... twisted.
Please let me feel better by tomorrow.
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