I keep coughing.
Not constantly. but just enough to wake me up 3-4 times a night. Just enough to interrupt my sleep.
And not the good kind that makes me think that I a making out with Stellan Skarsgaard, like I did over the weekend. Ahh... those were good dreams. though I am still trying to figure out why I went to Stellan when I have seen son, Alex more recently. Plus, I was thinking of going for Halloween with a TrueBlood theme (I wanted to be a maenad, a la Maryann.). More the reason that the thought should have been Alex.
sigh. Scandanavian men rock. at least at the moment.... Like I would really know...
Ugh. How do I sleep tonight.