Bleh. Sick.
Apparently I have interesting dreams when I am sick. The winner from last night was the one about discovering a gharial under the bed, where it had eaten my cat (only a puff of black and white fur left on the bedside carpet) and then proceeded to chew on my right hand. Eventually Wonderful Husband and I managed to subdue the thing, duct-tape its jaw closed, and call Animal Control. Whereupon we were informed that we were informed that we were being levied a rather heavy fine for coming into contact with the beast.
All things considered, I'd rather be healthy and dreamless. Am railing against the universe because (insert Waspinator voice here) I had plans for this weekend. Well, the new chemise is mostly done, anyway. After that comes the corset... we'll see how I'm feeling.
All things considered, I'd rather be healthy and dreamless. Am railing against the universe because (insert Waspinator voice here) I had plans for this weekend. Well, the new chemise is mostly done, anyway. After that comes the corset... we'll see how I'm feeling.