...that my lungs are filled with rubber cement?
I hate it when that happens. But for the past week, I've had a bout of consumption (or something even more dreadly), and whatever it is has settled deep in my chest where it gnaws at me--particularly at night. Meaning that I'm either drowsy this morning because of the lack of sleep, or because of the expectorant/decongestant/cough suppressant/dessert topping/floor wax that I took. Or, it could be that big warm mug of paregoric.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at October 20, 2006 10:06 AM