Tuesday, September 28, 2010

To Sleep, Perchance to Breathe



Earlier this evening, I glanced over drafts of posts that were started once upon a time but which were, for whatever reason, not finished. I was reviewing one that seemed especially post-worthy ["Danger, Will Robinson!"] but, currently being under the weather, am reluctant to post it lest I discover in the morning that all merit had evaporated.

The word for tonight is Nyquil.

The lovely green liquid is calling my name. I hope to be in better shape tomorrow. One shot plus a few pages of a book on Stalin's inner circle should do the trick.

At least for tonight.

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