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Last night I decided to take Tylenol PM at least an hour before I was planning to go to bed. That was mistake number one.

Mistake number two was journaling afterwards.

And mistake number three was continuing to text people.

“Yeah. Any Tylenol loun failed.”

That is an exact text I sent right before I passed out. The only comprehensible thing is ironically the word Tylenol. And the word “failed.” Which is a good summation of my time following the ingestion of the medicine I took in the name of “wisdom teeth soreness.” But guys, really…I wasn’t in pain. I just wanted to sleep long and hard. Don’t tell Grace faculty, please. I’m still fighting off the urge to take more tonight.

I went on a walk today because I’m not allowed to run yet. And my mom made me wear flip flops so she’d know I wouldn’t run. The problem is that I never wear flip flops, for two very good reasons. The first is that I’m a fashion snot and something about flip flops makes me cringe. The second I had forgotten about. Until today. Oh right. They give me blisters. Death.

So I’m sitting here in a stuffy room that I’ve been reading in for three days. And I’m not tired because I slept so much last night. And my blisters do kind of hurt…

The perfect combination for…Tylenol PM, right?

No, I shouldn’t.

….

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