...and it costs so much to go see a doctor that I think I'm just going to ride this one out. Fluids and rest and whatever's in these Tylenol PMs. Acetaminophen and whatever the thing is that's making me feel all warm and tired. I was going to do a post on the new Chuck Morris essay at Townhall.com, but I'm not really feeling like it right now. And not just because the Townhall site looks kind of like a porn website because of all those Michelle Malkin pop-ups.
Honestly, right now, it just doesn't seem that vital. The whole, like, I don't know... I kind of lost the train of thought. This is an effective medication, though. I was all drip-nosed and anxious and coughing a lot 30 minutes ago but now it's like the universe is giving me a hug. I'm in a medicinal womb. So honestly Chuck Morris is going to have to wait. I want to feel like this forever.
Is this real life?