For the first time in three nights, I was the codeine in the cough medicine, so now I'm not-quite here. There's a part of me in the next room, looking at me typing.  My eyes are still filled with sleep. The impulse to sleep, the pull to the bed is very strong.  Out of the nowhere of memory, the Sandman comes to mind. Remember the Sandman?  A gentle story for children.

I'm on a heavy-duty anti-biotic--10 days without, alas, wine.  Not even a price to pay to not have an inflamed throat that feels like a hinge that has rusted shut.

I thought I might work today, but until this codeine disappears, my only work will be to trudge back to bed and manage to get into it without tripping.

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