Yesterday afternoon, I took two Kroger-brand Dayquil knockoffs, then passed out on the couch for a few hours.  I took two more last night before bed and didn't pass out, but had a relatively good sleep (9 hours this time...what's wrong with me?).  When I woke up this morning, I felt a whole lot better.  Granted, I'm still sneezing and sniffing and snorting and hacking my lungs up, but there's less pain involved, and I feel stronger.  I love Dayquil...if only they weren't so blasted huge.  On the bright side, since I was sick, I didn't have to do a whole lot yesterday, so I got to watch Pride and Prejudice again, Law&Order: Criminal Intent, Mad TV, and a myriad of other shows that I can't quite recall.  I wasn't really paying attention.  I also began work on a new song about suicide.  I think it sounds good, but I'm not going to let my mom hear it (she'll freak out and try to get me to see a psychiatrist again).  Anyway, that's what's happening in Memphrica.