nyquil != tired

or is it =! ?

crass!

yes, I'm too lazy to check.

even though it's already on my computer.

Two days ago, my dad was yelling at my sister for a while, so when he went outside to put the hose away, I went and had a talk with him about how he makes everything so high-pressure. Amazingly, he seemed to see my points. He's going to try to take some time when something like that happens so he can think about what he wants to happen so he doesn't blow up like he does. yayness. He also thought a bit about why he gets so hot under the collar, if I may use an overused phrase that I'm surely not helping by using. If I may not, too damn bad.

That night, I wasn't tired until 5 am, when birds were chirping and it was light outside. That's not a good thing. So I got some nyquil. I tried it last night, and it didn't really help. I'm not sure if I can take some tonight, because I hurt my knee bowling with Chris, Matt and Andrew (I didn't hurt it bowling, I hurt it standing. No, really). My dad looked at it, and just told me to take some ibuprofin, I just need to make sure that the advil or whatever I took doesn't have acetaminophen (you see the medicine) in it.

does it seem to anybody else that song lyrics aren't that good if they're not sung? I've been having that problem when I write. I look back at my lyrics, and think they're dumb, or something, but then when I go and look at songs I like, and read the lyrics, they don't make sense. I'm having a hard time reconciling that.