So I just went out and bought a large bottle of DayQuil. It has been such a long time since I have dealt with cough syrup, I had forgotten how thoroughly detestable it is. a) It is an extremely troubling shade of glowy orange. b) There are no words that describe that particular throat-constricting, wince-inducing flavor. c) Day-Quil is "non-drowsy!" so if this entry cannot show me falling asleep, it will at least chronicle my descent into non-drowsy madness.

My eyes seem incapable of blinking at the moment. Several muscles all across my frame are engaged in rather protracted bouts of twitching, in the way that suggests not so much restless activity as it does involuntary sociopathic tics. My head continues to rotate back and forth in a fashion similar to a startled sparrow, regardless of my best, stationary, intentions. Everyone I look at seems to have some sort of heavenly aura about them, usually in a lovely shade of pale blue. On top of which, I am listening to that usual abysmal music I subject myself to -- in which one song features this inspiring spoken word segment: "Are you ready?!? Woo! Well all right. How ya'll feelin' tonight? Ya'll feeling good? Well, you know I'm feelin' mighty good tonight. But you see, baby, it's a little hot in here. In more ways than one. So I've got a little proposal to make to each and every one of you here tonight. I think it's time we all...Go Down To The Pool. Ya'll wanna go down to the pool? I know ya'll wanna go down to the pool. Come on! Come on! Let's go! Let's! Get! Soaking! Wet!" Music like this can only contribute to my incipient insanity.

And what with all the non-drowsiness, can someone please tell me why I am both jittery and yawning? How is that even vaguely possible? Should not the non-sleepy-juice be kicking the crap out of the yawning-bugs? Rendering them utterly incapable of causing a yawn? Oh, right, the non-sleepy-juice is busy making my eyeballs vibrate instead.

I am terrified that this ramble is utterly incoherent. The other morning Used-To-Be-Union-Worker woke me up and we had a lengthy conversation in which he kept telling me that I was making no sense at all, and I was trying to assure him that, in fact, I was. In retrospect, he was quite correct, as I have no idea what I meant when I wanted to discuss "the air inside the radio," and I do hope that this is not a strange Quil-induced repeat of that episode. If it is...I hope I will be able to laugh at it later.