yes, that is really the time, and I have not been asleep since darkness fell. hey, how long can you

Dear Nyquil, I hate you. (Could be the cough drops, I guess, but I find it unlikely that a person could get hopped up on mentho-lyptus. Therefore I blame the pseudoephedrine.) I have a test tomorrow evening, you bitch. Finals are next week. This is not the time to be screwing with my sleep cycle -- which is why I took you to begin with. Also, you have done sod-all for my headache, very sore throat, and congestion. Did I get a batch of pills that were meant as speed? The pill format does mean I wouldn't have tasted off flavors in the liquid of green death, not that I think I could manage to taste much beyond BLEAH.

In short, Nyquil, you're crap. Please either start working so I can go to sleep or stop "working" so I can go to sleep.

(no subject)

Via coffee_and_ink: Musings from bettyp on sexualities and selves, with a link to her fine research paper on SF, slash, queerness, and fandom.

(About four hours' sleep, if you're wondering. Can I literally do Laplace transforms in my sleep? We shall see!)