Yep, still sick. In fact, I’ve hardly moved from my bed all day (my computer is two feet from my bed). Despite the fact that I took two multi-symptom cold pills (the ones that are supposed to make you drowsy) and two Excedrin PM pills before I went to bed last night, I still woke up repeatedly during the night. This may be why I slept for most of the morning (after a brief trip to school) and most of the afternoon. Chances of sleeping tonight: NIL! During my more lucid moments, I read more sonnets, though.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night
By Samuel Daniel
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,
Relieve my languish and restore the light
With dark forgetting of my care’s return.
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill-adventured youth;
Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn,
Without the torment of the night’s untruth.
Cease, dreams, the images of day-desires,
To model forth the passion of the morrow;
Never to let rising sun approve you liars,
To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow.
Still let me sleep, embracing clouds in vain;
And never wake to feel the day’s disdain.
