Alive! (barely)

No, I'm not dead, just feel slightly zombie like.

Some scumbag got a cold, and very kindly donated it to me. It in turn attacked my throat (tonsilitis/pharyngitis) so now I have the scotch & cigarettes voice (which has progressed from the drag queen/barely there voice) and a smokers cough (which is unnappreciated).

Anywaysssssss I've been having weird dreams... again.

Yesterdays epic involved:

• a party
• a houseboat
• a water front house
• a mixture of friends (and random crackheads I'm sure)
• dying someones hair into peacock feather patterns using kids acrylic paints (red, blue and yellow)
  
• mixing cocktails and bleach simultaneously
• an escaped lizard in the next yard that looked like a cross between a thigh high dinosaur and an avocado (even had a creamy green mouth) (NB should have mashed him into guacamole goodness dammit)
• unsurprisingly not long after that it stopped making sense (like yeah, that made sense in the first place) but there was a spa involved
  

No wonder I keep waking up feeling utterly shattered and exhausted. Will have to settle for just being happy to wake up!!