Bleh. Sick.

[sakon76]

Apparently I have interesting dreams when I am sick. The winner from last night was the one about discovering a gharial under the bed, where it had eaten my cat (only a puff of black and white fur left on the bedside carpet) and then proceeded to chew on my right hand. Eventually Wonderful Husband and I managed to subdue the thing, duct-tape its jaw closed, and call Animal Control. Whereupon we were informed that we were informed that we were being levied a rather heavy fine for coming into contact with the beast.

All things considered, I'd rather be healthy and dreamless. Am railing against the universe because (insert Waspinator voice here) I had plans for this weekend. Well, the new chemise is mostly done, anyway. After that comes the corset... we'll see how I'm feeling.