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TT: Ladies, gentlemen, Strider.
TT: I regret to inform you all that as of 10 minues ago I have imbibed the following:
TT: Benedryl,
TT: Nyquil
TT: And a bowl.
TG: Of cereal?
TT: Of the finest Devil's Lettuce, Dave, dearest.
TT: I predict I will lose coherence in approximately seven minutes.
TT: Nevertheless, NaNoWriMo waits for no victim of the common cold.
TT: I tell you this all so that you can bear witness to the continued degradation of my ability to type in a fashion generally recognized by the populace as "legibly". I think it will be great fun.
GG: oh no! are you okay?
GG: do you need me to send you some soup?
TT: No thank you, although I do appreciate it.
TT: My mother has acquired some matzoh ball soup from the nearest deli. As much as I generall despise her transparent attempts of currying my favor I must admit that it is my favorite kind of soup.
TT: More to the point, I've never found soup to be any sort of balm to migraine headaches.
GT: have you tried french onion? :B
TT: I'll have to notate that one down for later. Perhaps an overwhelming amount of onion stnech will cause my brain to spontaneously unfuck itself, as the scientific term goes.
TG: stnech
GT: stnech
GG: stnech :P
TT: Guys. Quit it.
TG: be thankful that this is the first of the many typos you will doubtlessly make tonight that we are going to harp on until the sun goes out
TG: i do not think it will be humanly possible for us to shut up about whatever you say next
TT: That's not very encouraging.
TT: It's almost like you don't want to hear my deranged, drug-addled ramblings as I attempt to figure out the latest chapter of my blockbuster romance-horror-fantasy novel while slowly falling asleep.
TT: Perhaps next time I'll take an Ambien and satisfy you with that?
TG: promise?
GG: whats ambien?
TG: its like benedryl but about eight times as dissociative
TG: scientific measurement
TG: you ever hear about that dude that snorted ambien and went on to bite a guy in florida
TT: Dave, I'm fairly certain that was bath salts, not Ambien.
GT: or a zombie virus!
TT: Possible. I would also expect any zombie virus to exist to egin in flordai.
TT: It seems like the natural spawning point for the worst rabies varients.
TG: flordai
TT: Please cease. This is hellish.
TT: I have gotten 400 words in so far and I will make it another 600 before I pass out.
TT: I am the fucking strong.
TT: My eyes are actively attempting to pull themselves shut but I will resist.
GG: wait so what does ambien do again? :?
TT: It's like the other medication I am currently on except it makes you trip balls.
TG: https://reddit.com/r/ambien
GG: oh wow!
TG: basically if you dont fall asleep your brains like fuck that
TG: and you fall asleep anyway you just have your eyes open
TT: More or less.
TT: I CAN DO THIS.
TT: I AM THE GREATEST AUTHOR TO EVER LIVE.
GT: jeez, rose, don't push yourself!
TT: I AM THE GREATEST!
TT: 700 WORDS.
TG: are you okay
TG: have you been possessed by a really loud spirit
TG: or maybe
TG: like
TG: an alien or some shit?
TT: I'm fine.
TT: I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected.
TT: 800 words. This is disgusting.
TT: Here, let me read you a snippet:
TT: "remebering that someone mentioned something about minerals on mars, mineral rights, and The Moon and proceeding to shoot at the moon all ight."
TT: Genuine question: is that coherent? I cannot tell right now at this juncture.
GT: nope!
GG: uh
GG: no! not really
TG: its perfect
TG: please leave that in verbatim
TT: Hmm.
TT: I think, because I no longer have any sensibility about me, I am going to listen to Dave on this one.
TG: hell yes
TT: There.
TT: 1000 slutty, slutty words.
TT: I am going to pass out now.
TG: night lmao
GT: good night rose!
GG: sweet dreams!
TG: stnech
GT: lolololol