I am slipping and sliding, in and out of consciousness. The cough medication keeping me at a nice buzz.
It's no longer bernadryl, but the Government's more powerful generic version - Dynadryl.
When I drink it, I become Ultraman Dyna. The world passes slower, like you just set your life DVD player to half-speed. And the monsters I battle are headache demons and headcrab zombies.
I can't seem to form a coherent paragraph. My eyes are drooping.
Time to sleep.
