At around 12:30 this morning, I heard a jarring at my door that shot me out of bed. My first guess was that someone had managed a way into my room or that I had simply forgotten to lock the door. I had half a mind to grab the bazooka I keep under my pillow for such situations, but I kept calm. Instead, I chose the Solid-Snake sneak-around-the-room-and-snap-the-neck-of-anyone-unfamiliar. I said, “Hello?” first, which I imagine most covert operatives wouldn’t do, but we each have our own ways. When I managed my way around the corner, nobody was there. I looked out the peep-hole and nobody was there. I opened the door to see if Alex (whose door was open) saw anything, and I didn’t need to go any further. On my door handle was a care package containing all sorts of ‘get-well’ items left by sweet, sweet Christina. There were sore throat relief strips, Campbell’s Chicken-Noodle Soup, and a box of Green Tea. I was supremely touched and happy.
It was, unfortunately, the last moment I would be happy last night.
I went back to bed, tossing and turning, but I did finally manage to fall asleep. At 3:30 AM, I was back up. My sore throat was giving me all sorts of trouble. I tried the sore throat relief strips, which unfortunately have the same effect as a powerful mint - they leave a cool, refreshing feeling in my mouth, but they do absolutely nothing for the throat. I thought maybe I was doing something wrong, so I tried a good seven or ten before the night ended, but they just didn’t do it for me.
I finally fell asleep at around 4, which wasn’t too bad until I woke back up at 5. This would be the last time I would need to wake up. I stayed in my bed for a good while, rotating and throwing blankets around and being all manner of irritated. Between having a sore throat and screaming, “F-ing sore throat,” sleep wasn’t going to happen for me. At this point, I was popping the sore throat strips like candy. At about six or seven, I decided to give up. I got up, took a shower, downed some ungodly DayQuil, and went to Kroger to try to find some better cough medicine.
I found something else at Kroger which makes me feel rather goofy. Kroger stocks these little boxes of orange juice in the same packaging that milk is delivered in elementary school. These boxes come pre-packaged with a rather inadequate straw that, whenever I go to take a drink, forces me to get right up to the carton. I’ve never seen such inept packaging before. At least the orange juice is good.
So yea, that was my night. I got roughly no sleep, and I still feel terrible. I seriously considered not going to work, but brushed the idea aside on the notion that I like the people at work, and it’s not like I’m going to be getting any rest here.
And one last thing. I find it funny how many people got all worked up about the new Harry Potter book and stood in giant lines to acquire it. I can walk into Kroger and easily buy ten copies today.