Well, the other night, I took NyQuil. Even a partial dose of NyQuil knocks me out pretty effectively, but I had taken a full dose at about 7:30pm, so when I woke up (if you can call it that) when my mom called at 9pm, I was l-o-o-p-y.
Are you alright?
Did something happen? What’s wrong?
Um…are you sick?
Okay, go back to sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow…
At least that’s the conversation I remember! I called her the next morning to make sure she knew I was alive and well and, laughing, she said, “I was just trying to figure out if you were upset or drugged!”
Next time I take NyQuil, I’ll make sure to send out a mass e-mail to alert my family members. Or at least keep my phone out of arm’s reach.
Thankfully, Daniel and I are both pulling out of our colds. Daniel just finished his last final (YAY!) and we’re on the last stretch before we leave for a Colorado Christmas with my family, meaning we need to become wrapping fiends, and soon.
But, first, we’re off to order blinds and become Costco members!