You Be Illin'

I feel like I might boot at any moment.

Is it the flu? I don't know. But I feel nauseated and dizzy and light-headed and icky. I'm going to work from home this afternoon and finish up my stories for the newsletter. I think I'll stop by Walgreens and pick up some ginger ale on the way home, too.

Last night I had weird dreams. First I had a vivid, detailed dream about ordering body butter on the Internet from MMU Cosmetics. Um ... okaaaay.

Then I had a dream where I gave birth to a baby - and it was delivered by jird, who coincidentally is pregnant in real life - but later the baby turned into a tortoishelle (I can never spell that word right) cat. And then someone wanted to see the "baby" so I brought the "baby" to her in the bathroom (?) and then she held the "baby" and stepped into the shower (!). Then I got mad because I thought the kitty-baby was going to drown or that the water would hurt its eyes, but it just stood there in the bottom of the tub under the shower stream getting wet. It didn't even try to move on its own.

Then I woke up, and the waves of nausea started hitting.

Oh, NJ, thank you for the nice email. You made me smile this morning. And I had totally forgotten about Lindsey getting an evil arm sewn on. Now if only Angel would bring back Lilah (and kill Eve).