I’ve had a cold the last few days and I’ve been taking a lot of Dayquil, Nyquil, some Benadryl (because I’m still not sure it isn’t allergies so I’m covering all bases) and three cups of coffee. Probably shouldn’t have had that third cup. Or the first. I think I’m at that entertaining point of too much cold medicine (I think the Dayquil and Nyquil are doing a thunder dome thing inside me: “Two men enter! One man leave!”)
I am loopy as shit.
I recommend watching infomercials while riding the Nyquil dragon. I watched an infomercial for something called a Dump Cake. You heard me right. I even googled it just in case I was tripping balls. It’s for real. You can make pie or some mongrel looking monstrosity with noodles and ground beef. The tiny woman hocking it dumped a can of apples and ready made dough and 45 minutes later she had an apple pie. It was not an “Oooh, Granny’s made a beautiful pie with heavenly crust that brings tears to your eyes.” This was an apple pie abortion.
The important thing is I tipped over into Too Much Cold Medicine Hysterics and went into giggling fits each time the lady said “Dump.” She said it 12 times. Here’s some Dump Peach Pie. Quick and easy Dump Lasagna. Where are the Dysentery Dumplings? Diarrhea Danish?
Huh. Must’ve been a good infomercial. Now I want some pie.