'Here's a quarter. Buy yourself a rat to gnaw that thing off your face."

[blacklilly]

WAHHHHH!

I woke up at 4.30am and sat in the dark trying to figure out what was keeping me awake. Did I need a wee? Was I thirsty? Was I cold? No, the BLIMP on my bottom lip was pulsing viciously and keeping me awake. I think this is the second worst cold sore I've ever had. I looked in the mirror this morning to be met with this cream-yellowed mass of weeping flesh beating its little watery heart at me. I look like I've been punched in the gob. Yesterday and today I felt like imitating an ill cat - sitting very still in a warm corner in the hope that whatever is wrong with you will sort itself out. I have memories of Blodin and his putrid smelling ulcers. I'm not that bad, I assure you. Still, a bag to hide in would be good. Not only do I look like I've been punched in the gob, I look like a syphilitic miscreant who's been punched in the gob.

So, I lay in bed for a good couple of hours observing the random thoughts going through my head. Much time was spent thinking about the packing I need to do this morning, and what needs to be put out for the garbage men who are taking my huge stack of unwanted futons today. Then I started thinking about a story by greygirlbeast I was reading before I went to bed. "Lady Rat and Fur" I kept thinking.

Around dawn (so about 6am) I feel back asleep to have strange dreams about going to some sort of rave/burlesque festival with Helen. Somewhere along the way I lost her and ended up in a tent trying to steal things. Then the tent was closed and I had to spend the night trying ot get out. I found a doorway which led to a beach where I could see the sun rising over the mountains on the horizon. Somewhere along the way I was sprayed by a muck spreader and then had to have a bath in a sink - I can only assume I shrank myself to do so. In the morning Helen and Sean came looking for me. Helen was looking lovely in a bright red bobbed wig, while Sean had a big red top hat and coat tails on. There was also another dream, but like so many delirious sleep memories, they evaporate. It was a strange one, I can still taste it on my brain.

Apparently it's going to snow this afternoon. The high today is 4 degrees, the low 0, though that's just my apartment...

NOTE: When you spell check greygirlbeast LJ comes up with crackliest. He he he.