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hawkwing_lbHas not returned, save for a wee tickle of a cough, and the DOOM has rather retreated. On the other hand, in their wake I'm left with the boring exhaustion of the post-draining-illness convalescent, and since it has been suggested to me that I really shouldn't load up on pseudoephedrine for the illusion of energy...
...Yeah. I've been sitting around drifting off to naps or staring at the wall or failing to marshal sufficient concentration to follow a plot of Hawaii Five-0. I do not have time for this shit: I have a thesis to write, and it is at once deeply boring and incredibly frustrating to have no energy for anything remotely like work or recreation. Sleeping, eating, and whining, that's where it's at.
The magic pseudoephedrine is not supposed to be taken as a pick-me-up. But ye gods and little fishes I am tempted.
...Yeah. I've been sitting around drifting off to naps or staring at the wall or failing to marshal sufficient concentration to follow a plot of Hawaii Five-0. I do not have time for this shit: I have a thesis to write, and it is at once deeply boring and incredibly frustrating to have no energy for anything remotely like work or recreation. Sleeping, eating, and whining, that's where it's at.
The magic pseudoephedrine is not supposed to be taken as a pick-me-up. But ye gods and little fishes I am tempted.
