2003-09-15 - 9:42 p.m.
My cold took a startling turn for the maniacal today. I thought I was out of the coughing-aching-stuffy-head-yada-yada woods and free at last of reliance on pillowy softness, and then I got four hours' sleep due to a combination of having to work disturbingly early (apparently there is another 5:30, in the AM -- I was only familiar with the 5:30 closer to the evening -- who knew?) and tossing and turning, barred at the heavy-lidded gates by a cruel and uncaring Morpheus. I woke at 4:30 this morning with my head wrapped mummification-style a hundred thousand times with cheesecloth. Delightful. I have been kleenexing my nose to a fine crimson ever since.Alas, this means I rate poorly on the Things Coming to Mind to Write in a Website Index -- I rate, in fact, somewhere right next to this guy. So my entry for today will be short, sweet, and sniffly. Tonight there will be no tossing and turning, no shuffling my feet in the sleepy sands and walking away while Morpheus chuckles behind me and reminds me what time my alarm is set for. No sir, tonight I will sleep the sleep of the Heavily Dosed on NyQuil.
Not just because I'm sick either. Because I have lots of wire handy, and because I've carefully read this. Bless Palinode for all his many gifts, and for his tireless labours among white slaves deep in his subterranean plant manufacturing jackal movie sunglasses by the thousand.
