Not only did the Benadryl put me in bed, dead asleep, at something like eight thirty last night, but I had to stay home today.  I woke up at six like usual, rolled over, stood up, every muscle in my body screamed at once, and I clawed through fifteen feet of cotton to get to the bathroom.  I’ve taken multiple Vicodin and not woken up that fucked up before.

Then I went back to bed and slept until, like, now.  I managed to shower at some point; I don’t actually remember doing it.

Starting to wonder if that package had been messed with somehow.  I’m doing this fun thing where I’m not actually congested as I usually understand the term but I’m having to breathe on purpose.  Which is fun.