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So the Oscars are tonight or something? Okay. I've just been that out of it, I guess, plus there's no point in my watching since I haven't seen any of the important movies.
I woke up before dawn this morning drenched in cold sweat and suffering from vertigo and severe abdominal and head pain. I wanted to beg H to put me out of my misery as I lay face down on my bathroom floor, but I didn't have the energy. Probably food poisoning of some sort. All I've done today is palely mope around the house drinking tea and Sprite Zero and eating toast and rice and gummy worms and taking a three-hour nap earlier this evening. Fun.
My nap was enlivened by a long, intricate dream involving me staying at an old hotel that hadn't been redecorated since the 1970s. (Why did everyone adore orange so much back then?) First it was my wedding - to whom I do not know - and I was afraid that certain people were not going to show up and I kept trying to call them on someone else's bulky, old-fashioned cell phone but there was no cell signal and it was very upsetting. Then the dream shifted and there was some sort of teen party going on in the ballroom and the hotel staff wouldn't let anyone go back to their rooms because they were convinced there would be underage fooling around and they wouldn't let me go to my room no matter how many times I insisted I was in my thirties. So I went to the bar to drown my sorrows and there were Terminator endoskeletons there (but I wasn't afraid at all even though those things freak my shit out when I'm awake) and also the Winchester brothers.
I'm sure it all has some very deep meaning. Or not.
I woke up before dawn this morning drenched in cold sweat and suffering from vertigo and severe abdominal and head pain. I wanted to beg H to put me out of my misery as I lay face down on my bathroom floor, but I didn't have the energy. Probably food poisoning of some sort. All I've done today is palely mope around the house drinking tea and Sprite Zero and eating toast and rice and gummy worms and taking a three-hour nap earlier this evening. Fun.
My nap was enlivened by a long, intricate dream involving me staying at an old hotel that hadn't been redecorated since the 1970s. (Why did everyone adore orange so much back then?) First it was my wedding - to whom I do not know - and I was afraid that certain people were not going to show up and I kept trying to call them on someone else's bulky, old-fashioned cell phone but there was no cell signal and it was very upsetting. Then the dream shifted and there was some sort of teen party going on in the ballroom and the hotel staff wouldn't let anyone go back to their rooms because they were convinced there would be underage fooling around and they wouldn't let me go to my room no matter how many times I insisted I was in my thirties. So I went to the bar to drown my sorrows and there were Terminator endoskeletons there (but I wasn't afraid at all even though those things freak my shit out when I'm awake) and also the Winchester brothers.
I'm sure it all has some very deep meaning. Or not.