Thoughts from the Ass End of the Night

Yeah. I've got this cold. I caught it from my Dad. Who's apparently given it to a half dozen people over in East Tennessee. I think I told him in e-mail that when it comes to this cold, he's like a manure spreader, flinging it everywhere he can reach. Only putting this manure in my head doesn't help anything grow. Unless you're growing snot. Or really weird dreams.

I took some decongestants yesterday afternoon. I don't like my dreams when I take them, even if they're not heavy in my system. They're not nightmares, I don't think. They're just disjointed and disconcerting.

The only thing I remember about the dream I was having when I woke up to go use the toilet was about those modular office cubicle dividers being used to create a giant maze...and there was an odd sense of urgency to everything going on in the dream.

Can't explain it any better because I don't remember any more than that.