Who put coffee in my coffee?

I had every intention of going to work today. I'm feeling better, apart from a throat-ripping cough, and I was sort of looking forward (emphasis on the "sort of") to getting out of these pajamas. But it's 5:30 in the morning, and I'll be getting up in a half an hour. I mean, I would be. But I'm up already. So I'm not. My cough syrup just started to make me a little sleepy. I should throw this straw away.

And get myself to a methadone clinic.

I tried going for a walk. Listening to ambient music. Aromatherapy candles. Hot shower. Fluffed pillows. Reading another thousand blogs and giggling.

I should fall asleep any second, now.

Any.... second.... now.