I’m feeling under the weather again. I’m certainly not a pleasure delayer, but I am traditionally a big illness delayer. Now that Northern Voice is more or less wrapped up, I’ve got a little time to be sick. Of course, I probably just caught it from one of the hundred-odd hands I shook on Friday and Saturday.
I was reminded, about four hours too late, that Advil gives me insane dreams. I’ll spare you details–nothing is more boring than hearing about other people’s dreams–but suffice it to say they were Carollesque in their technicolor weirdness.
I don’t drink or take drugs, so maybe Advil is sufficiently mind-altering for my relatively virgin system. Does Advil affect anybody else this way?