Well, I am back at work, having stayed home with unspecified stupid fever and general aches and blah-itis.

Still not really awake, but pretty sure I'm better.

Fever dreams are freaky. I can't remember specifics, but I do recall waking up at some point in the night, drenched in sweat and saying "What the hell was THAT?!" Then passing directly back out.

Although having to choose between UVA and UNC is one of the good dilemmas.

Absolutely! [Now all eyes turn to my nephew next in line... he is not academically inclined and is looking for a fluff major at East Tenn. State so that he won't be bothered with too much work so he can minor in Bluegrass [one cannot major in Bluegrass, apparently]. At least, this is what he is driving his mother crazy with right now.]

YAY Dylan!! What's that sweet boy? You don't want a present from your mommy? You want what? OH! What a sweet boy you are! You want mommy to buy herself something. Something shiny? Like a piece of jewelry? OH! You sure do know your mommy, I'm sure she'd love an electronic gadgety-something instead. Smart boy.

Bwah! Empress ftw!

East Tenn. State so that he won't be bothered with too much work so he can minor in Bluegrass

Warren Wilson College in Asheville has some good music majors... and a strong eco program, should he feel the need for a backup course of study.

eta: granted, there's the work-component that goes with it.

having to choose between UVA and UNC is one of the good dilemmas.

For reals. Great job!

I'm pretty sure the nephew could major in Bluegrass at Appalachian state. Or in grass, anyway.

some good music majors

It's the Bluegrass thing that he knows drives his parents nuts -- because, how can they discourage it when they've brought him up on it and being a Bluegrass musician was his father's dream job? He's very good at knowing what will put them in a bind.

Yay P-C! "Not the worst!"

Also yay Dylan! That is very awesome.

I had absolutely horrible dreams last night too. Must be the moon phase or something. As a result I'm taking the day off work.

Which will end around 1, when the DH returns from the Ickystans, but that's good too.

I had absolutely horrible dreams last night too.

So did I. Two words: exploding toilet .

I usually don't remember my dreams.

But the night before last I had a strange dream involving angels flying around carrying people. And then KISS flew in.

At which point I turned to Samuel L. Jackson (yeah, I don't know) and laughed "Just what we need; Super-KISS!"

I woke up before Samuel L. Jackson could say "I'm sick of these motherfuckin' flying rock stars and their motherfuckin' makeup!" unfortunately.

I had a strange dream involving angels flying around carrying people

Dude. Get out of my head.

Except I think I lucid-dreamed the angels in, because up until that point demons were laying waste to everything, and had rather trapped me and the people I was with.

Clearly they needed to get back to vw's PPT.

Scola might win for most realistic horrible dream, though.