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The only bad part about driving myself to the Giant to get more meds (screw the generics - this time we go to Extra Strength Chloraseptic and Green Death NyQuil (it's coming for your WIFE) so I can sleep through the damn night) is that I am now too awake to go back to bed, even though my throat finally stopped hurting and I can breathe a bit.

...Masonite board. Fuck!