Managed to catch a cold. It makes me sound like I have TB. I dressed up for the part in a white turtleneck and bathrobe ensemble, clutching at a glass goblet of orange juice Mark had made me. ("Cough, cough. 'Tis nothing, just a bout of consumption.")
Anyway, when I wasn't stumbling around I was asleep. I slept so much that after a while my dreams were like waking thoughts, only more random. I did get some good story ideas, though.