i ha a lot of nice, short dreams. no rushing around, no yelling or chasing. just relazing happy little vignettes. i think i actually felt guilty when i woke up for enjoying them so much. plus when doc isn't home when i wake up i always feel like i'm in trouble. but if i was, he would have left me a note.
now i'm cold cold cold. it's 66 out. it's not cold out. or in here. but i'm huddled in front of my space heater.
i think i have to find a doctor. i'll have doc ask around at work, he'll find someone nearby who the others he works with goes to. i think it's time i see someone about this cold. it comes and goes and it's intense. i'm tired of it.
