Hack

I thought one payoff of not eating sweets would be a stronger immune system.

Nope. I am so, so, so sick.

Do you know I had to sing at church (a solo) yesterday? My voice sounds like a frog who's n's sound like d's.

All I could hope for was to not start going into a coughing fit in the middle of the song. And I didn't, thankfully. Despite the lack of barking, and judging by the quizzical looks on some of the people's faces, my voice was definitely not in top form.

I recommend that experience to everybody.

I am waiting to get better. It feels like it's taking forever. And all I want right now are ice cream shakes and Slurpees. Something ice cold, smooth and sweet on my throat.

Last night I had the craziest Nyquil induced dreams...multiple dreams, because I kept waking up.

Just a few that I can remember:

• I ate a handful of Reeses Pieces and then remembered I was doing Lent, and I hurriedly shoved another handful in my mouth and then I felt so guilty and disappointed in myself.

• Sam cleaned out the nasty litter box. I watched him and was so grateful. It was so real. Imagine my disappointment when I went downstairs the next morning.
  

• I was falling out of the sky, miles above the ground. I don't remember jumping out of a plane or anything I just found myself falling and trying not to panic. I had two round pack things attached to a lanyard and I was trying to pull the packs toward me so I could unzip them and see if there was some kind of parachute inside. But the packs weren't strapped to me, so they kept slipping. And the scenery below began to expand into great detail at a fast rate. I finally got one of the packs half-way zipped open (I had to be careful to not let it slip out of my hands). I managed to take some of the material out of the pack and gather the edges to create a make-shift mini parachute, which slowed me down just a little and then I began to plan on how I was going to land (because I was dead meat). I figured if I curl up into a tight ball then maybe I'll make a cool divot in the ground like a meteor. I remember regretting not realizing I was going to die in the first place and wished I had just enjoyed an amazing fall, instead of spending the whole time fiddling with the packs. I woke up on impact.

• We were with Sam's family after church. Sam's brother's girlfriend said to me, "I think it's disgusting that you would hang around here when you're sick like that. Don't you have any consideration for other people? Rude."

Those are the dreams I can remember.

It's time for my Nyquil.