Zombie day

It took about an hour to get to work this morning- I had to fill up on gas before heading to work, so I caught the rush hour on the way down. Absolutely miserable.

I still feel fuzzy from the NyQuil (aka 'Green Death') I took last night. It worked for part of the night- then sometime around 2-3 am I woke up alert, then tried to get back to sleep. I didn't get much, it was more like a half-sleep, where you can't sink back into deep sleep because you're awake enough to hear everything around you. Like my cat, who decided at about 5am that going into the litterbox and scratching the litter around for about an hour or so to get it 'just right' was perfectly acceptable.

Even though i'd cleaned it at around 6pm yesterday. I don't even think she used the litterbox, she just played around in it. I'm sure the other cats were amused by her antics.

I'm almost done with my first cup of coffee for the day, but I don't think it'll be the last. I'll probably keep refilling my cup today just so that I can have something warm that kind-of coats my throat. I'll probably stop by the store to pick up more NyQuil and coughdrops and other oh-crikey-I-need-over-the-counter-stuff drugs on the way home, along with a giant box of tissue.

unsigned called me this morning to ask me if I wanted to move to Nevada. He's found a large chunk of land out there, for cheap. Enough room for a pack of cattle dogs to roam, along with some goats and sheep and cows and any other kind of animal we wanted. All we need to do is find work out there. Right now I don't remember what I said to him (like I said, my brain is kinda fuzzy right now), but it was probably something like 'ok'. Eventually, we'll move west, but until then he'll oogle land sales out there, and i'll keep getting calls, or hear about it when we're both at home.

I think i'm going to get that second cup of coffee now. My supply has run out.