Or maybe I'm falling apart

Head still hurts, but it's much more tolerable. Still, don't feel like doing a thing and that's a damned shame because it is sunny and gorgeous out. It's a good thing I'm very unpatriotic and don't give a hoot about this holiday anyway.

I ate something yesterday that gave me hives on my arms. Or eczema or something. The nearest I can figure it was the canned pineapple, which I only keep on hand for when I don't have the chance to buy fresh fruit or, in this case, the fresh fruit I have isn't ready to eat yet. Anyway, I rubbed ointment on the worst of it before bed and it's calmed down a bit. Unfortunately I've got skin that scars easily, so the little hive/eczema bubbles have left their marks. Bah.

Woke up with shaky legs. Really, really shaky legs. It's like I ran a marathon in my sleep, and standing is actually kind of difficult to do without wobbling. I know I can't blame it on my dreams because I dreamt about water. I cannot adequately describe the strangeness of the dream, but I will just say that there are few things in the world that make me really uncomfortable. One of those things is bodies of water at any depth over 4 feet. To have a dream where I'm basically sucked down into deep water is...not pleasant.

Oh, and my tummy's upset. But I think that's because I chased down my breakfast with some Brach's Bridge Mix.


Happy Independence Day? ;)

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

Like I said, I'm not patriotic...but I do so love fireworks. I thought the Elliott Bay display was great this year.

There should be fireworks every day.