I know I’m posting lots of brief links to other stuff lately, but I’m trying to amuse myself into good health. Bear with me, and when this evil scourge of an illness passes, maybe my posts once again have the urbane, lively quality you so admire.
Oh, wait. Those weren’t my posts, were they?
Anyhow, I realize that I’ve crossed a line by mentioning my illness in three separate posts. I’m not sure what can be done about the line-crossing, however. Perhaps a silly personal anecdote will suffice?
In that vein, I was feverish the night before last. I slept poorly and I had bizarre dreams.
In one of them, Spike (yes, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer) was trying to convince me that I was the Slayer.
I said, “No, that’s Buffy. She has blonde hair, remember?”
Then he showed me a photo in which Buffy had black hair and Willow had white-blonde hair and Buffy’s face was changing slowly into…
Then, thankfully, I woke up.
My tendency to dream about fictional characters is one of the many reasons I don’t watch much TV.