Day 2: Or, how to Fight Hypothyroidism with a Hangover

I guess this is a good sign of things to come: I got home around 2:30 am, stayed up until about 3, and woke up at 8:30 am feeling like I had slept enough and was ready to start the day. It's now a little after 9 am, and after editing the last post and deciding to start on this one, these past forty minutes have been productive. I took two ibuprofin and my medication this morning along with a big bottle of water in which I poured a packet of generic Emergen-C. My head is vaguely foggy and I'm still getting over a cold, which I think I gave to Dickson. But I feel good! I had a lot of fun last night, getting dinner with Kim, hanging out with friends until late, getting a ride home from Kim, hanging out with Dickson when I got in. And now the real test will take place: has hypothyroidism been the culprit behind so many extended hangovers in the past? Will my magical purple pills allow me to get through the entirety of this Saturday with vim and vigor, and without a nap? Am I placing way too much pressure on these pills to cure everything that is wrong in my life? The imagined 9 am answers to these questions are, at the moment: Yes, yes, and absolutely yes. Oh, we'll see what the future holds.