the DM blues

i have a cold. it's not a bad one, but it's definitely a cold. i had a scratchy throat for about a week, and then yesterday i woke up with a full-blown, snot-dripping cold.

i'm not good at being sick, i can't stay in bed unless i'm physically unable to move around, and i usually just pretend there's nothing wrong with me.

this morning, as i was getting ready to go running i figured i might as well have some cough syrup, just to clear up my lungs and whatnot, so i took a swig, and headed out.

now, the last time i can remember taking cough syrup was in the early nineties; i drank a whole bottle and then spent a good portion of the night lying underneath one of those blue plastic tarps on someone's doorstep.

i made it through the run, but MAN it was weird; my perceptions were all screwed up, my head felt slow and echo-y, and i felt like i was going to barf, although i wasn't nauseas. ugh.