Once upon a time (a week ago Wednesday, to be exact)...
There was a girl who was trying to power through a cold she was gifted by her generous boyfriend. Determined to function as normally as possible, the very smart girl had been taking Dayquil before bed to ease the sniffles without the Nyquil hangover.
But alas, on Tuesday night, the sniffles were too much for the Dayquil, and a tiny shot of Nyquil was required. The girl awoke on Wednesday morning, ten minutes late and in a cold medicine fog. Rushing around to get ready for work, she grabbed the cold medicine bottle from the counter...
(You see where this is going, don't you?)
And took a giant glug of Dayquil while she was brushing her hair. Except that it wasn't Dayquil at all. It was the Evil Nyquil that had been left on the counter the night before.
Broken and beaten (and also nicely warm and fuzzy-feeling), the girl stumbled to work and spent the longest day of her life, which included 3 Diet Cokes, 2 double shot lattes, innumerable trips to the bathroom and a few head-on-desk catnaps. Her day did not include any knitting at all, for fear that the foggy head would send her back to the frog pond of doom. It was not a good day. But when it ended, the cold had been banished (due to excessive doses of cold medicine), and after a long, long sleep the girl was back to her very smart self.
The morals of the story (in no particular order):
Waking up before getting up is wise.
Orange in the morning, red at night or just give up the fight.
Caffeine is your friend.