
Monthly Archives: April 2019
Nothing To Do

Nothing To Do
by James Ephraim McGire
The fields are white,
The laborers are few;
Yet say the idle,
There’s nothing to do.
Jails are crowded,
In Sunday Schools few;
We still complain
There’s nothing to do.
Drunkards are dying,
Your sons, it is true;
Mothers’ arms folded,
With nothing to do.
Heathens are dying,
Their blood falls on you;
How can you people
Find nothing to do?
NyQuil

I’ve had the beginnings of a cold for the past few days. I was up Wednesday and Thursday night coughing, so I took some NyQuil Friday night. It knocked me out, not only for the night, but for most of Saturday. I did stay up long enough to take my taxes to be done, what a fucking mess they are for a variety of reasonsm but that’s another story. After how drowsy it made me Saturday, I decided to take just half a dose of NyQuil Saturday night. I swear I think it was worse. I had so much trouble waking up, and then once I was awake staying awake. On top of that I just felt like crap. Not more NyQuil for me.










