I am sick. I have a fever and body aches and my stomach keeps cramping up on me. I went to bed last night at 8 p.m. (early for me) and had trouble sleeping past 4 a.m. because my body doesn't do more than 8 hours at a time. So, for the next 4 hours I ended up tossing and turning because in addition to the body aches, my back starting killing me. I finally took some ibuprofen this morning around 8:30 and feel better, but now I am hot and sweaty which indicates to me that I must have a fever (no thermometer in my house, I don't know why).
The interesting thing about being sick and waking up at 4 a.m. is that I ended up putting on Ocean's 11 so that I could fall asleep again. Then I ended up having a dream about Brad Pitt. It was a little on the racy side, I'll admit. But the funniest part is that even though I think he can be somewhat endearing/good looking at certain times, I by no means have the hots for him. I was going to tell Harold about my crazy dream, but I felt so awful this morning I could barely say a word. So, Harold is probably going to read about the dream before he ever hears it from lips. So, Harold, I love you honey and Brad Pitt cannot compare! By the way, Brad wanted me, but I turned him down.