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November 20, 2003

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).

Posted by Julie on November 20, 2003 10:25 AM to the category Day In the Life

Feel better!

Posted by: Roo at November 20, 2003 11:03 AM

Ginger Ale and saltine crackers. All good. I am a little concerned that you had a dream about giving birth .. and then woke up nauseated. Um. Anything you want to tell us?

Posted by: TVJunkie at November 20, 2003 11:50 AM

I'm carrying the love child of Overg and Imelda Marcos.

Posted by: Julie at November 20, 2003 11:54 AM

So that's who that was. I knew I should have turned on the lights at some point.

Posted by: overg at November 20, 2003 11:58 AM

Snickers, my own baby, is a tortie. She's spayed though, so we can rule her out as the "father" of your dream spawn...although they ARE doing some wild things with cloning lately.

Take care (*sends matzo ball soup over the 'net*) You need your rest before our Survivor chat tonight...I'll see you there, assuming I can break free from dinner w/ my boss by 8pm.

Posted by: Cops at November 20, 2003 01:28 PM

Um, Julie? It's called The Party in your Pants hangover.

Posted by: grace at November 20, 2003 01:44 PM
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