Antihistimines and I do not get along

Made it through my Extremely Important 8:30am meeting, and my less important meeting following that. And then declared I was going home, left at 1, and slept for about two hours. (A major cue, in addition to the fact that spent the entire meeting feeling as if my brain was sliding around my skull on a cushion of jello and that while I could give one or two sentence replies coherently, I lost track of paragraphs around sentence three and flailed around within said paragraph like a drowning woman, was when a package arrived containing a small item I ordered for Chuckro for a Christmas present and it took me a good two seconds to stop staring at it and wondering why another museum would send me this strange thing. Oh, and there's the rambling.)