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urgh.
i'm not really sick, with this cold. i mean, i've been worse, and i've been worse this year. at the moment i am precisely sick enough not to sleep very well. which, you know, gah. i do okay when i'm sitting up, and before i go to bed i take the cold medicine that dries out my whole head, and i lie down, and fwhoomp, everything fills up only a couple of hours later.
which means it's fever dream time.
i don't remember much of what i was dreaming last night and this morning, unfortunately. i do know that i woke up around 8:00, dragged myself out of bed long enough to put a note to the scouts on the outside of my door so they wouldn't try to come in and clean, shot myself full of nasal spray, and crawled back into bed. finally got up at 11:30. soon i will shower, and then i may take a rest.
bleah.
which means it's fever dream time.
i don't remember much of what i was dreaming last night and this morning, unfortunately. i do know that i woke up around 8:00, dragged myself out of bed long enough to put a note to the scouts on the outside of my door so they wouldn't try to come in and clean, shot myself full of nasal spray, and crawled back into bed. finally got up at 11:30. soon i will shower, and then i may take a rest.
bleah.