Dusty Bootheels Clocking Down the Highway

... and a crow on the telephone wire, casting a red-flecked eye upon me. Next thing I know there'll be weasels in the corn. Sick again (could you guess?). Cotton-headed, lung-burning, short-of-breath, coughing-all-night sick. And snot. And snot. And more snot. Which is why I think of it as Captain Trips. I said so on Twitter, and someone called me "Patient Zero," which reminded me that I sometimes annoy Chris by singing "WEEEEEE are the CAMPIONS, my friiiee-ends ... and WE'LL keep on DRIVING till ARNETTE, TEXAS ... where we'll crash into the GAS PUMPS and spread the SUPERFLU to all of the PEOPLE and everybody ... IN THE WORRRRRRRRLLLLLLD." To the tune of the Queen song, you know. Yeah, it doesn't really scan that well. I'm delirious, OK? I don't know if I have a fever, but I can't think straight with a head that's all snot and no pot.

Hey, that wasn't half bad.

Less appetite than ever. I'll be subsisting all day on a rusk again soon.

I'm holed up in the little bedroom I call the annex, because our bedroom is the coldest room in the house. Gotta do something about insulation before next winter, if they're going to keep being this cold. All my non-hardy container plants will probably die tonight. It's supposed to freeze, but I simply did not have the strength to bring them in.

Oh, and my car is broken. Not that I feel like going anywhere.

This is a bunch of disjointed rambling, but y'all say you like that, so what the hell. Here's a dream I had last night. I dream about Amsterdam most nights, but this was the first time I'd dreamed of being in an Albert Heijn (ubiquitous grocery store chain). I was trying to check out, but somehow everything kept going wrong. The cashier and other customers around me were being nice, but kind of doing so with their teeth gritted, if you know what I mean. I could almost hear them thinking, "Stupid, stoned American! Doesn't even know how to pay for a few groceries!"

Now I wish I had a chocowaffel. Why bother, though? I wouldn't be able to taste it.

Lately, I've also had a lot of nightmares where I'm out in public and suddenly realize that I'm -- no, not naked, I never did have those dreams -- dressed in women's clothes. I've been wondering if other trans folk in the early stages of transitioning have similar dreams.

OK, that's it, I'm too tired to type any more.