Sickdays always sneak up on me in the morning. I woke up from a strange dream that involved an unannounced tour of Whitney Houston’s and Bobby Brown’s house feeling totally out of it. Most of the time, I just need another half day of sleep to get over these things, but I really hate the feeling of weakness and helplessness. Days off are nice, but sickdays generally are teh suck. Strangely, I had the feeling at the end that it could all be summed up in a bowl of ramen. What that means in words, I haven’t the faintest clue.
