December 01, 2004
I feel like Satine, today. Not in a good way.
I went to bed at about two last night, because to take the GRE I ate a bunch of chocolate, and was then wide awake. I was well into my dose of decongestants, which is supposed to keep me from coughing.
I would get maybe thirty seconds, maybe forty between coughing fits. They hurt, and I was worried that I was going to wake up my neighbors. Eventually, I descended into a sort of half-hallucinatory dream state, where I thought that my coughing was some carefully choreographed performance, done to Hedwig's "Wicked Little Town" which I had stuck in my head. I didn't realize how long it had been going on until I looked at my clock, and it was 5:45.
I think the coughing finally started to slow down about fifteen minutes after that - maybe the position I got in helped or something, since I kept contorting around. Gaugh. I should be feeling better by now.