re: Malaria dreams. Thank you--that's good to know. I'll bring it up with the nurse when I see her.

I had trippy dreams last night on nothing but Xanax. My hair had turned white and curly (it's currently light brown and straight as a ruler). As I was sitting on a park bench all these people in red clothes came by and started singing. It was a lovely sort of choir effect, but I didn't know the words, so I couldn't join in.

Driving into work this morning, I had a big spot on my windshield towards the top. Thankfully I resisted the urge to hit the wipers to smear it away, as it was a HUGE lady bug. Which got me to thinking, have we heard from VW? How ya doing VW??? {{{VW}}}}

Sean, some brackets for you and S too {{{{}}}}

Pix, I forgot to give a hooray last night on the peer approval of your awesome teaching skills!

Oh ya, and I left my cell at home. D'OH! I hate it when I do that. Feel naked! Especially with the belt pouch on my belt, empty and all. Grrr. Stupid gronkified brain in the AM.

re: trippy dreams

I only had them the night I took the medicine. So, weird dreams once a week.

Ooh! And they tended to feature the color red. Maybe Spielberg was taking Xanax or Malaria meds when he made Schindler's List...

I have been having mostly scary trippy dreams every night since I quit smoking pot. Last night I had to pick my way through metal scraps to get to a subway stop before the last train left and the local people (who looked like the beggars from Jesus Christ Superstar) were not happy that I was in their neighborhood.

Since I'm home today, I finally watched Dr. Horrible, since it's on Hulu.com (which FUCKING ROCKS).

I heart Neil Patrick Harris. I heart the hell out of him.

Also, I'm beginning to see why women (and men, I'm sure) find Captain Tightpants Hammer to be attractive. (Although he was pretty much The Tick, sans the blue outfit, wasn't he? ["The hammer is my penis."])

Still no change for S. She's still holding steady, but her kidneys are apparently starting to feel the strain. This is a net not so good for the prognosis, but as long as she holds steady, there's some hope.

Still, I'm starting to prepare myself for the worst.

Hugs to you Sean. You've been in my thoughts and will continue to be.

Aw man, Sean. Is her family there yet?

Still, I'm starting to prepare myself for the worst.

Oh, fuck, Sean. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.

I want to say, don't prepare yourself for the worst. I want to say, there's always hope. And there is. But godfuckingdammit.

I'd be doing the same thing in your shoes.

I hate this for you. I hate it for S. even more. It shouldn't be happening.