Tuesday, February 03, 2004

Hard to Kill

Waking up this morning, I felt like Steven Segal in "Hard to Kill" where he woke from a coma after seven years. The disorientation, the feeling you can't move, the brightness of the light... I slept good, but I chalk this feeling up to the "healthy" doses of antihistamines and cough suppressants I took before I went to bed.

Now, it's a couple of hours later... I still feel kinda lousy and feverish, though I do have a bit more energy than before (I got more sleep last night). I just gotta let this thing run its course, I guess.

Had a weird dream last night about an asteroid hitting the earth. Again, that was probably medication-induced. It was a bit scary, but a little too surreal in a dream-like way. Cars are flying around me, and all I had to do was duck behind a concrete wall to stay safe. Then, after the impact, there was just a lot of trash in the street. It was like a low-budget version of Armageddon. It's sad when a dream is like that...

Stacey's off today, so at least she can give me some Kailyn relief-work so I can continue to recover.

KEY PHRASES: (lots of coughing noises)

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