All right, I get it! If you take medicine, your symptoms go away and you feel much better. I understand now! It makes sense! Robitussin, you have shown me the way!
Really, there's this thing I'm doing now. It's called breathing through my nose. It's really quite awesome. And the coughing! The coughing is Hemingway no more. It is a weak girly-girl cough. It's Jane Austen. By the end of the weekend, I have no doubt that Helen Fielding could take my cough in a fight.
And that's what they call a good thing.
My brain's got all this oxygen now. It's going a bit crazy.
Last night, I actually got work done! I did things that needed to be done, and I did them pretty well! And then I took a shower, got into my pajamas, and watched me some Mark Burnett. Survivor wasn't bad, though I think my taste for this sort of thing is fading quickly -- I've been enjoying this season, but don't anticipate watching again. I also went ahead and watched The Apprentice for kicks. But sweet Jebus, it was long. And a little dull, truth be told. I think if I'd been watching the series in toto, it would have had a bit more of a kick, but it's hard for me to get wrapped up in in the drama of Bill Can't Find That Sign.
I think the Week of Hibernation and Laziness will come to an end soon, and I'll be able to get down to the business of writing. Because I'm pretty good at sitting on my ass and doing nothing. But I'm even better at sitting on my ass and doing something.