So Apparantly if I Go To Sleep At Ten, I'll Wake Up Fucking Early
It's fine. More tussin or benedryl will ko me soonish, but I figured, awake and reasonably alert, mise well lj it up. Really I just woke up, engaged in a thought excersize for like 30-45 minutes, and then opened my eyes to see the Band's live album that I got for Christmas (with Dylan on the encore, natch) and wanted to import it but needed something to do while doing so. It's too ridiculously early to put things together and I'm still coughing up brownish green phlegm so that's my excuse. Still, this has been one of the more pleasant illnesses ever. Let's just hope I'm not too much like a certain Elvis Costello in some regards. And that's the truth, Ruth.