Well, not really. We ran out of Sudafed last night, so I can't quite credit pseudoephedrine with my spurt of productivity this evening. I can justly blame my craving for bad Chinese delivery on this cold. I hope I wouldn't consume a quart of various Asian soups otherwise.
What the malady has provided me with is the time to finish two books and further cement my place in the world as evil book reviewer.
Excuse me, I must go sneeze.
