It seems my Muse has taken a liking to Codeine.

I've been sick for a week, and after the first round of meds the doctor gave me (something called Tessalon Pearls) which were unsuccessful in their goal to cure me of my ails (and almost sent me to the emergency room), I was given the wonder drug, Codeine. Now I hate the way the stuff tastes, smells, and feels; *but* it gives me a nice little buzz. Now, I've been high as a kite for the last forty-eight hours or so, and I have somehow managed to write more in that time period than I have in the last few weeks.

... that or I'm so high, I've forgotten how to count... which is a distinct possibility.

-Peace