Benadryl Is a Narcotic
Everyone knows that Benadryl Sinus doesn’t relieve any of your cold or allergy symptoms. All it does is make you stop caring about them. Also, it may or may not make you have pleasanter dreams. I’m still researching that one.
Because, yes, I am sick today. And I was sick yesterday, too. So I ended up not having to work on my birthday. But only because I was home sleeping and blowing my nose, instead.
I am thirty-three years old now. That sounds way older than thirty-two. More than a year older. Like I should have done lots more with my life by now. But it’s okay. I have a year to do the extra stuff, to make my list of accomplishments sound more appropriate for being thirty-three years long.
When I get to thirty-five, I can reasonable expect that my life is half over. So I’m still not even half way done. That’s the positive way I’ve chosen to look at it. Also, when you’re over thirty, you stop caring about what people under thirty think of you. Also, you stop caring about what most people over thirty think of you, too. So, that’s a good feeling. It saves you a lot of time.
One of the reasons I want to get rich is so I can throw my son Dallas a really cool birthday party. See, he likes music a lot. Especially jazz and techno. He always wishes he could go to clubs to hear techno or drum-and-bass on the weekends. But he can’t, because he’s only ten years old.
One year, for his birthday, I’d love to rent out a club. I’d hire a good DJ. At the bar, I’d have what looked like normal beers and cocktails. But instead, they’d be bottles of root beer and non-alcoholic drinks. All the kids would get to dress up and dance and drink their safe drinks. Maybe the grown-ups could drink real drinks from the one real bar. But there’d be no smoking. And no X. And no making out in the bathrooms. It’d just be good, clean fun. Fun for the kids. Actually, I like to imagine that I’d have this party at my own house. I’d just rent the DJ and the bartenders and the disco balls and have the party in our own party room. Heck yeah. That’d be super awesome.
While I’m home sick, I’m trying to get some writing done. It’s not easy. Even when you know exactly what you’re gonna say, it takes a good little while to type it all down. To get all the quotes and the tabs and the commas in the right place. To make sure that what you’re thinking is what people are gonna be reading – so your stuff makes sense to people besides you. I just worked for an hour and a half and got three pages done. I was sweating when it was over. I had to drink a glass of water. I had to take some laundry out of the dryer. I might have to take some more Benadryl Sinus before it’s all said and done. It doesn’t make me stop having to blow my nose, and it doesn’t make my stomach be still, and it doesn’t make me stop feeling like someone beat me with a baseball bat last night. But it makes me not mind that stuff so much. And it makes me have funny dreams.
