I’m officially sick. I woke up again today at 4:30 am and thought I was on a subway. I dreamt it was the most comfortable subway I ever been on. I tried to fall back to sleep, but kept tossing and turning and dreaming I was traveling somewhere.
I’m delirious with fever. Yesterday was no picnic either. I had to massage six clients when feeling the most exhausted I ever have in my life.
It’s 8:27 am, I’m coughing and blowing my nose. I made myself some orzo and spinach soup, and now I’m watching Moulin rouge but I can’t seem to pay attention to it.