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

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.

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I remembered part of the other dream. I can see a fish devouring a fish while being thrown about by a heron on the roof of the kitchen in Stoke Poges. Not sure about the rest.

I've come home to find all the junk from my apartment gone. Yasuko said she and the garbage man had great fun throwing heavy things from the second floor into the back of the lorry. Shame I was teaching, I would have like to smash up some stuff. So now I'm mean to be putting things away so I don't have to do too much tomorrow morning, except clean. I forsook my Saturday night 'fish and chips' to come home and finish off the contents of the fridge. Plus, my lip is pulsing still so I don't feel like going out in public much. I went to the chemist this morning and managed to understand that in order to get any Zovirax I would need to see a doctor for a prescription. Which means going to a hospital to see a doctor, which means trying to figure out what to say in Japanese as I can't drag Yasuko along everytime I need some serious talking done on my behalf. By the time that would happen the BLIMP would have probably (hopefully,please please please) have calmed down and started to heal.


I feel quite rotten and want to go to bed, but I have to tidy up, and damn, there's still another beer to drink in the fridge.