I had a dream about Logan Echolls last night. All I can think is that my subconscious really, really wants me to re-watch Veronica Mars. I think I can probably manage that.

I’ve been battling a cold this week. Sore-throat, fatigue…the insides of my skull replaced with a mucus factory. Nothing too crazy, really, I just haven’t had anything worse than allergies in so long that my body doesn’t seem to know what to do. Aside from waking me up every three-to-four hours during the night to pee. Its like I’ve suddenly become my mother. At least my throat seems to have stopped doing its impression of a belt sander left out in the sun.

Hopefully I’ll feel better by Tuesday. Tuesday Morning is having one of their restock re-openings, and there are things I am interested in. I’m pretty determined not to miss it for anything short of coughing up an internal organ, but my system, much like the gods, has a dark and twisted sense of humor, and there’s really no telling what it’ll do. Fingers crossed, burn an offering if you’ve got one.