I got better.

Seriously. About an hour or two after writing about being sick, it all just went away. I need to remember that next time something lousy happens to me.

  Mood: Not sick
Now Playing: The Autozone Commercial Jingle

As the title ever-so-subtly implies, I am ill. Nothing horrid, I don't think, but it certainly is unpleasant, what with the fever, tiredness, and achiness.

Since I normally don't get sick at all, my first assumption was that I had come down with something awful, such as [anthrax], but that appears not to be the case. Yesterday I had a curious craving for brains, so it may be that I'm becoming a zombie.

I will not let this deter me from seeing Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy this weekend, nor will it stop me from picking up With Teeth on tuesday. Actually, I'm hoping it will be gone by tuesday, or I'm going to have to go to the doctor, and the last time I did that, I had to have my appendix removed. This time they'll probably want to take my liver.

  Mood: I'm sick, what kind of mood do you think I'm in?
Now Playing: Nine Inch Nails - The Collector

I've been having some strange dreams lately.

A couple nights ago, I had one where I lost one of my fingers. I don't recall how it happened, but I'm pretty sure it was one of my little fingers. Strange.

I had one two nights ago with Freddy Krueger in it, which was pretty unpleasant, considering what happens to people in the movies who have him in their dreams...

Last night's, though.... That was the strangest. In this particular dream, I had a job (although I don't remember what it was), and I still went to RIT. Dave was still my roommate. On the way back to my room from work, I stopped at McDonalds and got a burger and fries, but they gave me extra fries and a piece of fried chicken, too. So when I got back to the room, I gave the chicken and extra fries to Dave. And he bit into it, and it was raw inside... so I went to look at it, and when I touched it, I had some weird vision (or something) of a woman eating herself and screaming. And then my alarm went off and the scream kinda blended into the song that was on. So yeah. A bit freaky. It was almost as if the woman and the piece of chicken were one in the same. I can't really explain it well, as is often the way with dreams.

I was telling Erin about these, and I came to the realisation that they haven't really been freaking me out too much. Maybe I'll wake up with a slightly creepy feeling, but it's nothing that keeps me awake. The last one I had that was kinda disturbing was the one I had back when I was still living in the hotel at RIT.

In this one, I got kidnapped, I think. I remember being tied up in the back seat of a car driving through a rainstorm, and I couldn't see who was in the front seat. That part wasn't so bad. But then I "woke up" and was in my room again, except I couldn't move or talk. I wasn't tied up, I just couldn't move; it was like I was paralyzed. I remember struggling to move, or make a noise, or anything, because there was someone (or something) in my room, lurking just out of sight, always on the verge of getting me. Then I actually woke up, and everything was exactly the same as it had been in the dream (I was even lying in the same position), except I could move and there wasn't anything there. The whole experience was so realistic that I wondered if it had actually happened. Needless to say, I don't think I slept any more that night.

All these dreams are fun and everything, but... just one day, I'd like to wake up not thinking about death (a few weeks ago, I had a dream wherein I was dating an asian girl; in the dream, she stabbed me in the chest and ran away), dismemberment (see above), or cannibalism (see above again; also, some of you may recall a couple months ago when I woke up wondering what people tasted like).

My mind is an interesting place to live sometimes.

I feel the need to put a disclaimer on this entry, just so we're all absolutely clear: I don't want to eat people.

  Mood: Tired...
Now Playing: Nine Inch Nails - Right Where it Belongs

Well, that didn't really work, did it?

  Mood: Not so good
Now Playing: Nothing

  Mood: Dirty
Now Playing: Nine Inch Nails - With Teeth [Live]