Know what happens when you're sick? You sleep. And, when you sleep a lot, you must run out of things to dream about so you start dreaming about your exes. I had several dreams about that cock knocker ex husband, and I only hope it doesn't mean I'll run into him. One of the dreams was about us getting back together. Say wha? Another was about us having casual sex, as if I would ever be that desperate? God, please don't ever let me be that desperate.
I also dreamt about the most recent ex, TWDSO. He came over in the middle of the night and got into bed with me and CP and told me to tell him to his face why I didn't want to be with him anymore. His friend was with him, and he was asleep on my couch. Once TWDSO left, I was hitting on his friend, while CP slept in the next room! When his friend left, there was my first love Chris! Who wanted to marry me! For some reason, all my exes came to haunt me while I was seriously sick. I blame it on being dillusional due to cough syrup overdose. It was like some sort of demented intervention. Back away from the men.....
While I was on my death bed, having whacked dreams, nothing sounded good to eat or drink, but I got a craving for a Blizzard from Dairy Queen, cus it would feel good on my throat. What is it with dogs and drive thru's? I take my dog everywhere, because she is my crutch. She can never understand the all-American concept of the drive thru window, or even the speaker.
When someone speaks, she goes nuts, runs around over me, and rolls down all the windows (not that she's trying, but rather too excited and pawing at the door handle) and whines. Then forget about it when she sees a person in the window, talking to her mother. She makes the strangest noises. I guess I could compare it to taking your hyper active child in public. It's kinda embaressing.
Talk about embaressing. I went out in public, sans bra, with 2 day dirty hair, sporting my pink Hello Kitty in school buses PJ shorts, and a 3 sizes too big T-shirt, and a bright red nose. Man, I even scared myself.
So, the Blizzard. Even if you havn't been able to eat much, don't think that a large Blizzard is a good idea. It's a 20 oz drink cup, so it doesn't appear to be that big, but in reality, thats a lot of freaking ice cream! I was full for hours from it. Even though I was in and out of sleep, my stomach hurt like nothing else. Robitussin, and dairy product is not a good mix.
I finished watching all my Lost episodes. Well, except the last one, because I decided to watch part 1 and 2 before the season premiere in October. Build up the momentum you know.
I also caught up on all my Tivo'd shows. On The Girls Next Door, they went to Europe, and were on a tour, where they said they wanted to meet the Queen. The tour guide said she was at the Chelsea flower show. The girls wanted to attend the show, and the tour lady said it was just for the royal family. That's bullshit, my boss goes to that show every year. It's the largest show in the world. We show one of our perennial lines there. So the lady was just too embaressed to take Hugh Hefner, and his 3 girlfriends to the show. I can't imagine why.