Lost weekend

I finally doped myself up on Saturday and told myself I'd sleep for an hour. Three hours later I woke up, groggy and mostly headache free. But apparently the drugs wiped out the morning, too, because I haven't a clue what I did on Saturday. These weren't any more than ibuprofen and allergy/sinus drugs, either. Eeep. Yesterday is also kind of a blank. I'm pretty sure I cleaned the apartment, but other than that, no accomplishments.

Last night I dreamed I was at a funeral. I don't know who died, but my whole family was there and so was an enormous baby that I had to lug around. It was naked and had many, many rolls of fat on its belly, legs and arms. Black hair. We all shuffled into a back pew, but then argued about how we shouldn't sit way in the back, so we moved to some triangular pews in the center of church. There, we got yelled at because those were apparently reserved seating. We finally found new seats, and holy crap was that baby heavy by then. My arms were shaky.

I still don't know who died. I think it was either my aunt Phyllis (already dead), my grandfather (also dead) or my uncle Al (not dead as far as I know).

Woke up this morning with a return of the headache. Could be weather related more than Starbucks. The whole right side of my noggin is sore.

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It's an Alice In Chains kind of afternoon.

Nutshell

You know, I like Rooster. It's a good song. But they could have used better AIC songs on SPN.

Also, I've had The Veils in my head a lot today too. Still love The Wild Son. Amazing opening line.

That is all.