Medic. . .?

My goodness, I feel like I'm about to pass out. My body has been incubating some type of illness all day. The fact that my sleep patterns have been extremely inconsistent the past few weeks is probably what weakened my immune system in the first place.

I woke up Sunday morning with a runny nose. After the Kingdom Hall, I my throat felt kind of scratchy. So, when I got home my dad made me a tea totty featuring Jack Daniels. My dad asked me to prepare the tea, since it seems that as he's gotten older, he's gradually lost the ability to prepare any type of food substance. So, I make a cup of tea, forgetting that I was supposed to only fill half the cup with tea. Long story short, I end up with about twice as much a dose as I think I'm supposed to have of the totty, but it was pretty good.

Fast forward to the rest of the day, I'm pretty much sitting around browsing the internet and copying music onto my computer. I must mention that I'd only gotten about 4 hours of sleep the night before. So, about 30 minutes ago, I decide to make myself some tea. I don't feel like drinking another totty, so I figure I'll just take a shot of Jack, and then drink some tea. The shot wasn't bad at all, and not nearly as strong as I thought it would be. My dad said that Jack Daniels is an acquired taste. I used to think it was gross, but now I can see myself drinking a whole glass of the stuff, though it's probably not recommended.

Basically, I'm feeling kind of woozy now, but for some reason I can't drag myself to bed because I'm so used to staying up late. The fact that I can't breathe out of my nose without having to blow it every twenty seconds because of leaky nasal nostrils doesn't help to make going to bed right now appealing either. I know this really isn't good if I actually want to get better, so I guess I'll curl up with my copy of The DaVinci Code, and try to get some sleep.