Knocked myself out for six hours.

I took some night-time medicine and knocked myself out for a few hours today so I could get some sleep. Sleep kills germs I guess.
Now I'm sitting here after a glorious meal of Trader Joe's Organic Creamy Tomato Soup

and a grilled cheese that I effectively burned one side of, but ate anyway. It was a glorious meal but I just want to eat more and more. So I guess it wasn't satisfying enough. Too bad I have to wait until tomorrow for my FoodShare to renew for the month. I will probably be hitting up Marketplace at like 1:00AM by the time I have completed enough homework to consider replenishing my food stock. Oh well, at least I can buy food and I have a "warm" place to live. If forty degrees is warm, then yes, I'm not homeless.
Good news, with this sickness onslaught, I have successfully kicked my diet coke habit. I haven't had any for at least 36 hours. And I probably won't have any more until I can breathe through my nose again. Which reminds me of one of my fave lines from Hocus Pocus "Maybe you could learn to breathe through your nose."

Well I better go take my pill(s). I haven't decided yet if I can lean over my sewing machine without SNOTTING all over it. We shall seeee.