Last night involved far too much tossing and turning and coughing, and I feel my upper respiratory system is in jeopardy. I am currently dosed to the gills with benadryl for the nasal drippies and mucinex for the coughing. I don't like the drugginess that comes from these two, but if it's keeping me able to coexist peacefully in the cubefarm, it's a lesser-of-weevils thing.
I feel like my head is stuffed with clown-based cabbage.
Downside is no exercise for me.
Got the DVD final burned and a few copies off to Casa de Bruno on Saturday, complete with a mockup DVD cover that was more silly than anything ("You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't wipe your friends on the couch" and "tastes like chicken" were some of the admonishments). The cover was a hit, and resulted in not insignificant laughter. Then there was the rum, which caused my downfall on Sunday.
The good bit about this is that since I'm now done with the DVD, I can focus on the facade again, along with cleaning and taxes and paying bills. I'm pretty much at the point of breaking each piece down into its individual construction components so I know how much I have to get in materials, though I'm not quite able to outright buy it yet.
Sunday was pretty much a wash. I stayed in bed most of the day, finally creepy-crawling my way out in the afternoon to join the Geek Prom crowd enough to actually be semi-useful in a thinky way (not so much with the power tools, though mle292 proved more than capable in that regard.
For some reason I'm feeling closely associated with drama but not actually being affected by or responsible for it. Nothing I can put my finger on specifically, just a feeling, like people moving behind a curtain.
Gah. I wish I were in bed sleeping.