*insert Pink Panther theme*

I think I need to stay away from a keyboard when I'm drowning in NyQuil. I see I posted something yesterday and I can't even remember what. And now I have a NyQuil hangover. Hmph.

I guess this is proof that thoughts are things. The early morning we took J's Grandma to the hospital, she had said that she was afraid for me to go because she didn't want me to get sick. So yeah, its all her fault.

Hell, I think I still have no idea what I'm writing. I better quit before I give away everyone's secrets.