And I still feel like crap. Well, ok,most of the flu symptoms are gone. I’m not as achey and my nose isn’t stuffy or runny or anything. But my head is heavy and when I bend over, there’s immense pain. But I think that is a residual side-effect of the tooth. This is my first morning without the dressing and I am waiting to see if it will start to hurt. Because if it does, they gave me one to put in myself. I have not eaten breakfast but I might need to get something, as I think the lack of food is making me feel worse.

We got paid last night and 4 of the 10 days reflect the 3% raise that State employees got. Woot! I love paydays. I love knowing I have enough money in the bank so that if I want to go buy 3 pumpkins and 8 gourds and a half gallon of apple cider… I can.

I don’t know why it won’t let me justify left; must be a snafu of the photo being centered. Seems to be doing alright though as long as I write to the end of the line. Anyway, I must be worried about some things because I had this weird dream. First and foremost, Ash and I are going to go test drive some Elements tomorrow. Since my car could die any day, we need to get the ball rolling here.  In the first part of my dream, we were getting ready to go and I went into our room and Ash was dressed in slacks and a sweater (unlike him) and had a ipod. He said we weren’t going to look at cars because he met some guy and he was going to his house to swap anime. I went to my mom – who apparently lived in the same house – and she explained that the men were going out and we were going shopping. Here’s where it gets weird: I then proceeded to hit Ash about the face and head. It was terrible! I kept saying how mad I was at him, but the feeling in the dream was not anger, it was focused on hitting him, which made me feel guilty and awful each time. Ugh.

The second part of the dream involved what I did this morning: took the dogs to the vet for their vaccinations. My sister was driving us there and we got to the vet – which was not my real vet and I did not recognize the city – and a head shop was in its place. The stoners told us to call so-and-so number and it was my vet, who said they’d moved across town. My sister and I couldn’t find it and it was really far away. This dream definitely has to do with me thinking to myself last night that I better not forget to take them this morning, which is why I wrote “vet” on my hand; the original palm pilot! I guess I was worried that my doggies wouldn’t get there and get their shots. Dreams really are very strange when you think about it. Anyway, I am beginning to feel alright; alright enough to stay here and work. Oh happy day.