Nyquil

Owing to formerly sick kids, being tired and a throat tickle in crescendo, I took a shot of Nyquil last night then layed down on the couch to watch TV. I barely remember walking back to the couch. Forget about fingering the murderer on Law & Order; I can't even recall the murder and that happened before my medicinal cocktail. The next thing I know, I'm waking up on the couch and it's 6 a.m. I feel like gravity. A pile molded to the cushion. A walking lump of forehead and lung.