So out of nowhere I got pretty sick last night. I wanted to sleep, I was tired, I could not sleep. I found a bottle of nyquil, I drank some. Before I could sleep my ex called, I still talk to her on occasion. The sizzurb had me in a strange mood, I answered. We talked for hours, I did not do much talking, Im not completely sure how I stayed concious.

By the time we said our goodbyes, I had felt as if I was no longer under the effects of that horribly tasting blue liquid. My room was now dark, I had long since turned the lights off. I did not have a spoon and therefore no way to properly dose more nyquil. I drank from the bottle, figured I drank the right amount give or take a spoonful. I was wrong.

I woke up with the bottle in my line of sight. The bottle was fresh last night, it was now relieved of a third of its original contents. While fully awake, I would say I was not fully concious. This did not stop me from 7 tabling some of the hold them of the unlimited variety. This was a short session, but a sweet session; this was my best session of the month. At some point I consumed something edible, possibly on multiple occassions throughout the day. However I cannot say for sure.

At some point I ended up in my bed with my television on. Apocolypse Now was just starting. I had thought at some point that the nyquil had worn off, this was not so. I watched the movie from start to finish. It is not a short movie. There was an entire scene with french people in it, mostly in french, without subtitles, that I had no memory of being in the movie before.

The movie is now over, somehow I managed to remain awake. This was a strange day.