2003-03-04

 

Home sick today. I think I'm much better now. I was all snotty (in a sinus-y way, not a personality way) last night, so I decided to take some decongestant. Big mistake. I just can't tolerate the pseudoephedrine in the normal "take-as-directed" dosage. Not only did I wake up (well, I kind of woke up) with a very sore throat, I was totally convinced it was strep. Then, I drifted back into some of the most fucked-up dreams I have had in a long time. Including one where Karen, Molly, and I were at this big coliseum filled with people, and we were there for literally hundreds of years. OH, and Molly only spoke Portuguese, which made things more difficult on the two of us. We had these fabulous big flowy clothes, too, in rich satins. Iridescent and very theatrical, but we were in the audience, so far from the stage in the center we couldn't tell what was going on. The audience changed over time - peasants, wealthy, middlin'. By a few hundred years in, with people coming and going, we were totally on each others' nerves, Portuguese and all. THEN, for some reason, it was the end of the world. Not in a Revelations way, just the end. And we just died there, still bickering, not afraid at all.

posted by bethanye 11:48:00 AM