Blehhhhh...

Blehhhh...

Horrible night's sleep; dripping, one-nostril-at-a-time breathing, sore, sore throat and a flailing husband who would not wake up when I poked him and cheerfully described having very vivid dreams this morning.

Blehhhh...

I did have an odd dream last weekend that I wanted to write about, but never got around to. I dreamt that I logged into livejournal and was told something terrible had happened to Gette, and that I should go read Woodworks. Which I did. Except that Woodworks was a four-fold glossy, color brochure. I never did figure out what terrible thing had happened to Gette.

Blehhh...

I need tea.