Journal

07-04-10 11:13AM

I had this really weird dream last night. I have had it before, but I didn’t remember as much. It is always me going on a trip with a guy to someplace in Asia that is really warm and beautiful. I remember seeing a map and the name of the place was long, but most people call it only by the first half of the full name. I was excited to see Zebras and Giraffes. My brother drove me to the airport, but like a chauffeur; I was in the back seat for some weird reason. I was at a beautiful game reserve I think at one point as there were a ton of animals that I had never seen in person. There was something unusual about the plane too.

If it wasn’t for cough medicine I wouldn’t be able to sleep when I am this sick or deal with the dammed weather like I am. I can’t breath through my nose otherwise and this crap triggers my asthma. My bed sucks and so I wake up with aches and pains anyway, but you put the sore joints and stiff muscles on top of that from being sick and it compounds the suckiness of the whole things (I don’t think that “suckiness” is a really word, but it is now.) I don’t like the coughing or sore throat either, especially since there isn’t anything to cough up, most of the crap goes straight from my sinus to my stomach if it goes anywhere…yuck…

I need to bitch a little bit. This is frustrating. I also want to write my next chapter, but my head is all floaty or in pain so I start constructing things and then they drift away before I can tie them all together. It is a total bummer. It would also be nice if I got my edits back from the previous chapters…you know who you are.

Ugh, it isn’t even noon and the weather is oppressive.

I like Terry Poison. Look it up.