Flu stream-of-consciousness

I'm sick. I think it's the flu. I don't recall a cold ever knocking me out like this before. I'm in this weird state of being completely bored and drugged at the same time. Laptop was close to me, so I started typing.

And as of ten minutes ago, my husband went bye bye to go see Star Wars. Oh, don't worry. I told him to go. He's been stuck nursing me back to health all week. And I'm already doped up with Nyquil and fluids right now. There's nothing else to do but wait for the meds to knock me back out. Hey, atleast one of us is having fun. I'm glad it's him. He's been a great.

When I cough, there's this ten second pause and then my head throbs. I feel like my brain is going to come out of my nose. That's how the ancient Egyptians used to do it. They'd stick an instrument up the nostril, break through that bone (cribiform? ethmoid bone? I can't believe I'm still a nerd even drugged).

I wonder if there could be another person formed from the amount of mucus I keep sneezing out. That's truly disgusting. But wouldn't it be cool if it was possible? Maybe not. Maybe it'd be a nightmare a la The Fly. Stickiness is the least desirable of all the nesses.

Nyquil gives me weird thoughts. I wonder what's in that stuff. Maybe leprechaun blood. Do leprachauns bleed?

There's a pharmacology book in the next room. I could probably find out. Nah. I'd rather entertain the idea of drinking leprechaun blood. Wait, now I feel bad. What happened to the rest of the leprechaun? Did it get tortured in one of those medieval torture thingies that Mel Gibson was on in Braveheart? Why was it being tortured?

Maybe it knew things. Like the cure to the common cold. Wait, I don't have a cold. I have the flu. Maybe it was the leprachaun that brought it to this world.

Curse you, Mr. Leprechaun. Curse you and your snot inducing malady.

Max is snoring. I wonder if he got it from me too. No, dogs can't get human diseases. Can they? He doesn't seem sick. But then he wouldn't tell me. Dogs can't speak. I wish they did. Max and I would talk and talk and talk.

I have so many things to write. And I can't right now. I mean, I'm writing right now, true, but I'm not really sure what I've been talking about the past five minutes. I'm just watching my fingers move over the keyboard. Wow, look at 'em go. Move fingers, move.

My eyelids feel heavy. You know, I used to not know what that meant, but now I do.

Leprechaun blood is kicking in.

Night world.