Perhaps a dubious thing to report, but I’ve been down with a particularly vicious bout of viral bronchitis, and after suffering through several awful, quasi-paralyzing coughing spasms for two days the doctor finally gave me a prescription for cough syrup with codeine. Which is fabulous, as it curbs the coughing considerably, but it is also making me a bit loopy.
Last night I dreamed that I was the purchasing manager at a resort that was completely underwater. Not in the metaphorical financial sense, I mean the hotel was in the middle of the ocean. And it was completely staffed and owned by these strange-looking crab-human hybrids, except for the executive chef, who was a lobster (in a chef’s hat), and the only thing on the menu was sushi.
I didn’t stay asleep long enough to figure out what the food cost was in that place. Can’t imagine it could have been that high – it’s not like there’d be any shortage of local fish. Probably would have been the easiest purchasing job ever. Were we in the Atlantic or the Pacific? I wonder how it was that the only human they hired was me.