It's 2:39 in the morning. Seeing as I have to work tomorrow night, which is a very depressing proposition considering I've really enjoyed the last two days of bra-less pajama wearing, I should probably take my Nyquil and get some sleep. So do I go to bed, and hope my cold has subsided enough that I can sleep flat without waking up with the Sahara in my throat, or do I prop myself up on my couch and fall asleep to the dulcet sounds of "Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles".

Normally, I don't sleep well on the couch, especially with the tv on. But if I'm not going to have the tv on, I might as well go to bed! But the addition of Nyquil changes all that. I woke up at 12:57 this afternoon, having been asleep and propped up all night. I slept through two hours of Angel, two hours of Charmed, and several hours of Law & Order. Usually the familiar voices will wake me up, or I'll have dreams with parts of the dialogue in it. (On an unrelated note, blogger doesn't like that word, dialogue. It underlines it every time. This has prompted me to check the spelling of a word I know perfectly well. Spell check: UR DOIN IT RONG.) Last night, though, I slept all the way through. I did have quite a vivid dream, but it didn't involve anything there's any logical trigger for.

My throat feels like sandpaper, and peppermint tea isn't helping. Grr. I'm taking my Nyquil, pushing my vile schnauzer off my couch pillow, and going to sleep.