A fitful sleep

I have a cold. Yeah, I'm about to go to Mexico and yeah I have a cold. It's okay. I think it will go away before Friday.

I saw Crash last night and it really shook me up. I couldn't fall asleep so I picked up the book I'm reading. It shook me up too and kept me reading until 4am. You know when you just can't sleep and you start reading and the book sucks you in so you both can't sleep and can't stop reading? And you know you shouldn't be up so late because you have something you have to do the next day? Yeah, that was me.

Once asleep I dreamed of my first day in Korea. I met people, I took pictures, I tried to exchange money. I even saw Rory. He had a limp (like a character in my book) and he said hello to me. I must be expecting a small community of bloggers in Korea. Ha. I dreamed that D'Arcy signed a contract without me, too, and all the effort put towards finding a school in need of two teachers was wasted. I was pissed.

I woke up sweaty and perhaps feverish. Now I have to go downtown to see Evita with my oldest childhood friend who is in town from Montreal for the weekend.

I'm tired and sick. Boo.