The TV auto turns off after 3 hours or so. Nice!

After two days of my girlfriend having to sleep on the floor in the dining room, we decided it was probably best if I went elsewhere for the duration of my cold. Or at least until I got past the part where i was up coughing shit up all night. (This has truly been one of the most disgusting colds I have ever had.)

So I find myself in my mother’s living room at 4 AM, supposedly sleeping on the sofa, while my mother is out cold in her recliner, sleeping to the faint sounds of early morning weirdness from PBS. Somehow the scene reminds me of one from a Beavis and Butthead episode.

So much for the theory of me going somewhere where my coughing won’t disturb anybody.

Still, she’s a trooper and seems to be able to sleep through all but the worst of my hacking. (Ironically, my cold has shifted gears into the dehydration phase, so the hacking is somewhat limited.) I keep expecting her to wake up and go to bed, but nope, she’s good where she is apparently.

I, on the other hand, am awake at 4 AM. I’d blame the TV, but the reality is that i rarely sleep my first night in a strange place. And at 4 in the morning, it feels stranger than most.