Bleh

I feel awful.

Bundled as I was last night, the cold still got to me somewhat. I can feel it deep down inside.

Crap.

I have to move my stuff this week, and have tons of other stuff to accomplish. I can’t lose a day.

As the former Mrs. Simon opined, “I haven’t got time for the Pain.”

I also woke this morning from a very strange dream, in which I became a volunteer monitor at a Prison, and then became a guuard, just in time to quell a super-powered prison escape/riot, armed with only two water pitchers.

Note to prison inmates: Plastic forks might make good shivs when no-one is looking, but against a water pitcher or two, you’re toast.

I did give the prisoner back his bubble gum, though.

So Kind, that young man.