Zoned out on the "Quil"....

Apparently someone is sick and tired of looking at the picture of Sasha Cohen. It was made known that I haven't posted in a bit. Well. It's true I haven't posted in a bit and I'm quite sorry.
A 1000 pardons on my part.

Let's start out today with a quick "WHAT NOT TO DO"

I've been sick on and off for the past month. The lastest of my miseries has been a dry cough. Usually occurs from the hours of 9 P.M to about 6 A.M.

Last night as I was throwing a coughing fit for my wife to listen to at about 3 in the morning she loudly yelled from her slumber..."Why don't you go downstairs and take some NightQuil!!!
Loudly I yelled back. No I'm fine.

After a 5 minute coughing fit I jump out of bed. Trip over my gym bag and stumble downstairs. I down the recommended tablespoons of the so called venom.

Folks let me just say for the record why they call NightQuil...NightQuil. It is meant to be taken at bedtime. Not halfway through your bedtime. When you have to wake up at 7 to go to work you don't take NightQuil at 4 in the morning.

I wanted no parts of the alarm clock this morning. I was groggy as hell when I did get up. I don't know how I managed to get a shower. For the life of me I don't know how I managed to operate a moving vehicle to get to work. I am drunk as a skunk on the "Quil". I'm sitting here like a zombie at my desk. (not somehting new but I thought I would at least mention it)

So the lesson for the day? Don't pick your nose while at a stop light. You never know who is watching you....