Those of you know know me, know that I don't drink. I've never been a drinker. That's because, most likely, I'm probably an alcoholic. So I just never went there. I haven't really had the experience of being out of control of my faculties....except for just being who I am....
But man, do I love a shot of NyQuil.
I came down with a head cold yesterday, feeling feverish, out of it, sneezes that made me feel like I needed to be plugged in to an IV after. Well, maybe that's a bit dramatic, but it's a doozy of a cold. End of summer colds always are.
So last night immediately after reading Lucy her stories (and being criticized for reading "Diary of a Worb" instead of "Diary of a Worm" due to my plugged up head) I went straight to the bathroom and downed a shot of NyQuil. It took me two tries, and a violent shake of my head. It's like what I imagine Jagermeister to be like. But aaahh the woozy, dozy, sleepy feeling to follow is just bliss. I can understand why people do drink. The dulling of the senses is nice. But as for me, I'll stick to NyQuil shots when I have a cold.
Now, I'm on the couch, getting some work done and having a liquid breakfast of coffee, orange juice and water. I'll end the day, though, with one more NyQuil nightcap.
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