My head is home to a beautiful, ever-changing sculpture.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
So, I had this dream this morning that I was at a multi-day Jonathan Coulton music festival in the desert (which may have also been a mall?). So, I was in this long line at a food truck, and the food truck guy had been working on his van off to the side. It was made of copper for some reason, so there were copper filings all over it. Somehow a bunch of them got in my mouth and nose, and it hurt like crazy. I couldn't get them out. That's when I woke up, with the awful pain from the cold I've had and dehydration and whatnot in my mouth and throat and nose and sinuses.