I caught a cold. Yuck. The green mucousy gross in your chest can’t talk or sing (ACK) kind. I must get rid of it by Sunday. Planina is singing at the Taste of Colorado and I really want to perform. Urg. Because I am sick, I pretty much passed out on the couch while the kids (TV zombies) watched cartoons. Sadly, I dreamed I was sick. So much for my imaginative subconscious. In my dream, I couldn’t breathe so I woke up (in my dream) and my mom was there telling me it was ok. Then I really woke up. And was sad. Read into that, huh?
Under the weather