fever dream.

Last night, my fever broke.
It was a fitful sleep.
Starts and stops of rest.
Achy bones.
Sweat tangled hair.
But I had the most random dream:
Starbucks put self check-outs in all their cafes. You know, like the grocery stores. Still as much of a gong-show. The self-check out that is.

I'm surviving off a strict diet of Coke Zero, soda crackers, and re-runs of the Office. I'm a little tired of being couch-ridden all day.

If I feel ambitious I just might pick up a book.
Back when I've mended.