Cough syrup fever dreams

Dreams are strong mojo. Add in exotic ingredients like tequila, love, or cough syrup, and you can get some really strange results. Hell, mine are pretty odd to begin with.

I've had the good old SWINE FLU this week. Came down with it last weekend and I've been nested on the couch with Tamiflu, juices of all types, and waaaay too many hours of SportsCenter. Normally, I get sinus infections which means a lot of crappy sleep and antibiotics. The flu is different. Aside from Tuesday being a complete blur, the flu has been weird periods of sleep, semi-sleep, and being not-quite-awake-enough-to-read (thus the overload of SportsCenter). I got through the worst of it by Wednesday but I'm still feeling crappy tonight. The cough picked back up a little today, probably because I got tired of taking the Hydromet. Smart move, Chester.

So I just had this strange dream that started with me at work about to head to lunch with friends and ended with me jogging down the street into the night in too-big dress pants held up by twine suspenders. It was one of those that was so truly surreal that when I woke up it not only took me a minute to realize I had dreamt the entire thing but that I was currently on the couch at home and not in a hotel somewhere. It's already starting to fade a bit but one of the things I remember is that when I gave someone my twitter account, they recognized this blog. When I woke up (and after I realized I wasn't staying at a Holiday Inn Express), I started remembering how fun it was to write this damned thing. I guess I've been missing it a little. Don't expect me to write as much as I used to...

So to the girls of my dream - Obby the WoW chick with the absent son and Tracy with the four dogs in Tupperware - if you're reading this, I think I may be back.