Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Noir Fever

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.