Katie Murrin: (Status message) “expired robotussin on an empty stomach means you might barf at work. lesson for the day.”
Sean: Man, I did not learn from your experience AT ALL
Sean: I mean, I’m not about to hurl, but the generic DayQuil hit hard
Sean: I want to make a thriller about a man who plunges into a nightmarish, topsy-turvy world of hallucinations and disorientation, where nothing is as it seems
Sean: And call it “The Day of the Quil”
Katie: YES
Katie: Similar to the Nutcracker, but you are Quil trippin or robo trippin like me
Katie: I just told my boss that I felt like I was on acid
Katie: And then there could be “The Night of the Quil”
Katie: Similar to the Day Man/Night Man dichotomy
Sean: I feel kind of generally afraid right now
Sean: I mean, more generally afraid than my normal constant level of fear and anxiety
Katie: Yea, that’s the Quil alright - in its Day Man form
Sean: DayQuil! ah ah AH!
Sean: Master of cough suppressant! And robo trippin!
Katie: FOR EVERYONE
Katie: And to think that I threw my dosage up, and I still feel like I’m flying
Katie: I shudder to think what would happen if I had kept it down
Sean: You would be IN THE GUTTER, Murrin!
Katie: I really would be
