Here I sit--mostly
Jun. 27th, 2006 07:52 amI catch myself leaning a bit to the left if I'm not careful. I'm not sure what hit me about 11:30 on Sunday night but it was ugly. The phrase 'throwing up my toenails' comes to mind. This continued well into Monday morning when I finally fell into an exhausted sleep. The animals seemed relieved that I slept all day. I think they were getting a bit irritated with me Sunday night. I'd lay down, a cold cloth on my head, and they would settle in around me; just getting comfy when suddenly I'd toss them and the covers aside to dash to the bathroom. After about six times the cats gave up and went into the livingroom. Dottie just sat on the floor in the bedroom looking sleepy and confused.
I always have such odd dreams when I'm in an ill stupor like that. At one point, I was standing outside some abandoned shops with a bucket of paint. I wanted to paint a birthday greeting to the Enigma. I was changing e=mc[2] into his initals and birth year. I know, it makes no sense whatsoever, but it appeared to make great sense to me. I wonder, dreaming of Einstein's theory of relativity, maybe I'm hanging out with too many rocket scientists up on the hill?
Speaking of rocket scientists, I did visit with Dr Strangelove for a few hours on Sunday before I felt terrible. He introduced me to a show called the Venture Brothers, from Adult Swim. I have rarely laughed that hard at a cartoon. The graphics were great and I kept having Johnny Quest flash backs, but the scenarios, the characterization and the script was sarcastically hysterical. I definitely want to see more of that show. It was a few hours later that I was on my knees wishing to god I'd not eaten those few hard pretzels at his house.
That's it. I blame the pretzels.
Now I'm at my office sipping coffee and trying to clear this fog in my brain. We'll see how today goes.
I always have such odd dreams when I'm in an ill stupor like that. At one point, I was standing outside some abandoned shops with a bucket of paint. I wanted to paint a birthday greeting to the Enigma. I was changing e=mc[2] into his initals and birth year. I know, it makes no sense whatsoever, but it appeared to make great sense to me. I wonder, dreaming of Einstein's theory of relativity, maybe I'm hanging out with too many rocket scientists up on the hill?
Speaking of rocket scientists, I did visit with Dr Strangelove for a few hours on Sunday before I felt terrible. He introduced me to a show called the Venture Brothers, from Adult Swim. I have rarely laughed that hard at a cartoon. The graphics were great and I kept having Johnny Quest flash backs, but the scenarios, the characterization and the script was sarcastically hysterical. I definitely want to see more of that show. It was a few hours later that I was on my knees wishing to god I'd not eaten those few hard pretzels at his house.
That's it. I blame the pretzels.
Now I'm at my office sipping coffee and trying to clear this fog in my brain. We'll see how today goes.