Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion) (montecristo) wrote,
Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion)

WUT WUZ ZAT? Ded Bob iz not quite ded yet!

Spring has sprung. It's been chilly in the mornings here but it looks at least as if the rains have finally stopped. It's weird that they persisted all the way into May this year. I turned the furnace off on the 15th and the temperature has been dropping down to around 65° F in the mornings with the days warming up into the lower seventies.

I cut the front lawn last night after work. With all the precipitation this year, the yard (weed patch) has been growing a bit fast this spring. I think one of the hedges along the sidewalk has bought the farm. I'm wondering if a bit of watering will revive it or if this shrubbery is moribund and I am merely keeping it nailed to its perch. Heh.

Around four o'clock this morning, I am having a really involved dream featuring me as my level 60 mage, Velastir. It is a World of Warcraft dream. I'm in a battleground and wounded and on the ground. I'm rolled in a bedroll and terribly cold. I need to make it back to the base and get healed before some Hordie finds me but I can't get out of the bedroll because it's too cold and I'm too weak. I was thirsty and was hoping that I could get someone to bring me some water. I worried that I might be inflicted with the Undead Plague and was in danger of joining the Scourge as a ghoul. I felt colder than room temperature, that's for sure. Okay, I've been playing entirely too much this past week, but I did make level 60 last night before bed!

I woke up actually sicker than a dog. It turns out that not everything I had been experiencing in my dream was a complete figment. Every single joint hurt like it was full of arthritis, or rusted into near immobility. I had a fever and chills. The bathroom was ten feet away and it felt like a mile. I was freezing, and shivering like an old wino with the DT's. I managed to get a couple of Extra Strength Enditol caplets down me and dragged myself back to bed where I buried myself in blankets. Absolutely crazy. I thought I was coming down with the flu or something. This morning, when the alarm went off at six, I felt just fine, for the most part, other than feeling as if I've been run through a wringer. What in the heck was that? Well, whatever it was, it's obviously not going to stick around and make me take a sick day. I'm off to the shower.
Tags: dreams, sick broken or on fire

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.