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fmh and I are both sick...I think we picked it up from some of the cousins while we were up in Canada this past weekend.

Last night, I was seriously congested, so I took some NyQuil to help me sleep. I have very little tolerance for shit like that. I get drowsy when I think about Benedryl.

I love that the Ny helps me sleep, but in the morning, my head feels like it's on helium.

fmh took some of the Ny as well, so he was z0nked too.

When I got up this morning, I couldn't remember what is was I was supposed to be doing.

fmh tries to help and naturally, we try to converse.

Me: "I'm gonna get in mmmshower. Have to go to...ta..."

fmh: "...Disneyland?"
Me: "That's it!"

fmh: "'Cuz you won the Super Bowl?"
Me: "Yup. Scored the winning home run!"

fmh: "Did they let you keep the puck?"
Me: "AND the golf club!"

fmh: "Awesome! *snore*"

Current Mood: sick & druggy
Current Music: Louis XIV - God Killed The Queen

fmh & I have this sort of...I guess it's a ritual. Kind of.

We sit up till about 2:00 in the morning discussing all manners of bullshit. Last night, we somehow got on the subject of why there's always so much food at the dinners in the Great Hall at Hogwarts.

Me: Well, they'd have to have a lot of food...Dumbledore is SO a weed fiend.

fmh: Yeah. At the head table, there'd be Doritos and M&Ms and Twinkies and lots of Sprite. And he'd be going, "Kinda dry in here, isn't it?"

Me: I bet you...in his chambers, he's got the Goblet of Fire. And he's using it as the biggest bong EVER.

fmh: He invented the Goblet of Fire. It was his senior year project. With an endless supply of gange.

Me: If you take off that little hat, you'll find two joints, a nickel bag and cigarette papers.

fmh: And you know everybody else at the head table is like, "...fuckin' hippie."