Turns out, allergies are not the culprit of my snot-making factory of a head.
I have something akin to a cold, but worse. Guess there's some crud creeping around, and it landed in my respiratory system.
How do I know? I have to force myself to eat something as I have no appetite, I feel very run down, all I want to do is take a hot bath and when I do get the least bit hungry all I want are Spaghettios w/meatballs. Gross, I know. It's a kid thing.
Stayed in bed for the better part of the day. Thanks to Benadryl, I got some sleep, but had crazy dreams. A stagecoach, a water gun and an old boyfriend all made an appearance. Did I mention it took place in a fictional hamlet that invades my dreams quite often?
Bummed to be missing Sebadoh tonight. Saw them last year, they put on a superb live show.
Buggers.
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