Last night I kept having the weirdest dream. I didn’t realize it was a dream until this morning when I woke up, but all night I kept thinking I had to go to work and count/organize all the flower boxes.

We have no flower boxes as my work. I’m not sure what a flower box is. What’s more, I kept waking up sporadically last night, worried that I was going to be late to count the damn flower boxes. That don’t exist. And even then I wasn’t fully grasping that this was just a dream thing.



Yup, I’m slightly Sick
Also last night, I spent a good hour or so after I got into bed just shivering. I wasn’t cold, but I couldn’t get the shivers to go away. Nor the goosebumps.

Which might explain why the dream was just so realistic; I was going loony.



Strangely, though, I’m starved
My body aches, I have a splitting headache (that luckily has gotten better), I’m weak, sore, and overall just not feelin’ it. But man! Am I starving. Haven’t lost my appetite apparently.

Time to go to The Girl’s work and get me a free burger.

Peace.