Long day

It's beginning to feel a lot like every winter I've spent in the Bay Area: days marked by lots of snot, nights marked by horrifying dreams induced by flu/cold medication.

I hate being sick. I hate feeling like my head's going to possibly fall off any minute. My teeth/sinuses are not happy campers. I hate being sick and cold (though I hate being sick and hot even more).

I woke up probably 5 times last night, trying to escape my crazy dreams. Each time, I'd go back to sleep and the dream would get even crazier. The part about the whales with the giant teeth seemed like a picnic after I was being chased by homicidal mafia members in Africa. Did I mention the marsh full of glow-in-the-dark statues?

I hope this goes away by the weekend. I really really do.

Please hand me the bottle, I think I'm lonely now...

This sudden resurgence in LJ posts -- what could it mean?

Well, for one, I'm sick, and want to grouse about it. Toward evening, I feel yuckier. I slept these last few hours. I don't remember the dreams though. Probably a good thing, all things considered.

The girl cats keep fighting. Why can't they all just get along? How soon before someone pees on my stuff?

I'm very cranky and feeling very apathetic about everything, especially the game. I don't really want to do anything on there. I've spent (wasted?) so much time on that puppy. What do I get from it? Aggravation? Frustration?

Ah well. Let's see how tonight's mix of booze & Comtrex fares inside my belly!