I had a thought a moment ago, that I should take a couple benadryl to help me sleep tonight. I know, it’s early, but I had a ridiculously bad day. This is a microcosm of it. So I had this thought. It kept popping back up while I was busy doing other things – feeding the cats, doing the dishes, etc.. Then I sat down and looked at the benadryl bottle on the table. I had this sensation, like I’ve already taken two benadryls tonight. I swear I can remember taking them. I can recall the sound of opening the bottle, the feel of the plastic cap, the pills as they hit my palm… but did I take two benadryl already? I can’t remember. Maybe I’m just recalling the act of taking a benadryl from this very bottle many times in the past. I don’t know. Do I dare take two of them now? I don’t want to be in even more of a fog tomorrow on the off chance that I really did take them. Screw it, I’m doing it. Impulse control failure! [insert alarm sirens]
Ten minutes later…
That’s weird. This benadryl is kicking in a lot faster than usual.
Ah, damnit. Hey, tomorrow’s going to be even worse. I know. I’m a psychic, you see.
I swear, I need a lobotomy. Then I’ll have a convenient excuse for this kind of crap.
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Well, of course you feel funny right now – your cats watched you take twice the normal dose, without so much as a meow!
Well, the young one did try to warn me by flopping on his back and batting at a dangling cord. I just misinterpreted it – I thought he wanted two more treats. I really need to brush up on my cat-speak.