Someone please explain to me the point of tonsils. I've been knocked down for a big fat week by the little bastards.
On the plus side, however, it does mean
a) I've had some really trippy dreams. The filmic one with John Cleese as inspector Clouseau in a grim, rainy Edinburgh, taking place largely in cathedrals and museums (particularly a "museum to comedy") clad in porcelain and Victorian tiles was the best, but I have to admit to also enjoying the one as the Prime Minister of a small nation in North Africa, probably during the late 18th/ early 19th Century, but ruling from a large bookshop with Joely Richardson (from Nip/Tuck, TV fans) as my partner / the queen mother. The colours were supersaturated like a Mireilles film and the whole thing was beautiful, even if it was pumped full (unlike me) of opiates.
b) I've had lots of quality time with my PC and iPod. Mmm, music and video games. Shame about the eight-day headache and the seemingly ineffective antibiotics.
On the plus side, however, it does mean
a) I've had some really trippy dreams. The filmic one with John Cleese as inspector Clouseau in a grim, rainy Edinburgh, taking place largely in cathedrals and museums (particularly a "museum to comedy") clad in porcelain and Victorian tiles was the best, but I have to admit to also enjoying the one as the Prime Minister of a small nation in North Africa, probably during the late 18th/ early 19th Century, but ruling from a large bookshop with Joely Richardson (from Nip/Tuck, TV fans) as my partner / the queen mother. The colours were supersaturated like a Mireilles film and the whole thing was beautiful, even if it was pumped full (unlike me) of opiates.
b) I've had lots of quality time with my PC and iPod. Mmm, music and video games. Shame about the eight-day headache and the seemingly ineffective antibiotics.