So not working today, dragged my booty out of bed long enough to get the kiddo's ready for school, and waiting for the bus. Now time to go back to LaLa Land, and sing with the purple birds, and pink spiders in my wicked illness dreams.. Ever had those? Where you are so sick, you hallucinate even in your dreams?! I hate those, and then your head and your hands feel like they are the size of the Titanic, pre-iceburg, or maybe even post. Not quite sure about that one. Ok, see, now I know I am sick, rambling even more uncontrollably than normal.

Alrighty then, back to the dungeon with me.