GG: wait so what does ambien do again? :? TT: It's like the other medication I am currently on except it makes you trip balls. TT: My eyes are actively attempting to pull themselves shut but I will resist. TT: I have gotten 400 words in so far and I will make it another 600 before I pass out. TT: It seems like the natural spawning point for the worst rabies varients. I would also expect any zombie virus to exist to egin in flordai. TT: Perhaps next time I'll take an Ambien and satisfy you with that? TG: promise? GG: whats ambien? TG: its like benedryl but about eight times as dissociative TG: scientific measurement TG: you ever hear about that dude that snorted ambien and went on to bite a guy in florida TT: Dave, I'm fairly certain that was bath salts, not Ambien. TT: It's almost like you don't want to hear my deranged, drug-addled ramblings as I attempt to figure out the latest chapter of my blockbuster romance-horror-fantasy novel while slowly falling asleep. TG: be thankful that this is the first of the many typos you will doubtlessly make tonight that we are going to harp on until the sun goes out TG: i do not think it will be humanly possible for us to shut up about whatever you say next TT: That's not very encouraging. TG: stnech GT: stnech GG: stnech :P TT: Guys.
Perhaps an overwhelming amount of onion stnech will cause my brain to spontaneously unfuck itself, as the scientific term goes. GT: have you tried french onion? :B TT: I'll have to notate that one down for later. TT: More to the point, I've never found soup to be any sort of balm to migraine headaches. As much as I generall despise her transparent attempts of currying my favor I must admit that it is my favorite kind of soup. TT: My mother has acquired some matzoh ball soup from the nearest deli. GG: oh no! are you okay? GG: do you need me to send you some soup? TT: No thank you, although I do appreciate it. TT: I tell you this all so that you can bear witness to the continued degradation of my ability to type in a fashion generally recognized by the populace as "legibly". TT: Nevertheless, NaNoWriMo waits for no victim of the common cold. TT: I predict I will lose coherence in approximately seven minutes. TG: Of cereal? TT: Of the finest Devil's Lettuce, Dave, dearest. TT: I regret to inform you all that as of 10 minues ago I have imbibed the following: TT: Benedryl, TT: Nyquil TT: And a bowl.
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