Day two of the full-blown sickness. Was pretty much a blur of fever haziness and being uncomfortable.
Right now, though, I’m sitting in bed with no fever and that makes me slightly optimistic that this shitstorm isn’t going to last for too long. I hope.
I was dreaming a few minutes ago, before waking up to brush my teeth and take some anti-allergy stuff. I was dreaming about my new show idea, actually, and it was some good stuff. I remember thinking in my dream, man, I should write this stuff down so I don’t forget. But I’ll be damned if I can remember, now that I’ve woken up, what it was that I’d discovered in that dream. Which probably means, in reality, that it probably wasn’t an actual break-through. Rather just a dream of the feeling of having that break-through.
And I woke up with a song stuck in my head. It just took me like ten minutes to find it, but I finally did. “All the right things” by Son Lux. That was playing in my dream over and over again.
I think I was dreaming something along the lines of having a Moriarty-like character in the show, that there should be some over-arching storyline with a villain. I think that’s what it was all about.
But it’s grasping at straws and impressions right now.
Almost done with “Rendezvous with Rama,” which is a bit crazy since I still have yet to post the review on “Ringworld.” I guess I should do that, eh? Clarke is just such my speed. Freaking LOVE his writing, I’ve discovered. It’s easy, and it’s interesting. His universe is the most appealing to me so far of the Sci-Fi writers. And he’s one of the the “hardest” of the hard Science Fiction guys…but it’s easy because he sets everything inside our own solar system. Which I freaking love. There’s so much real estate right here, conceivably within our reach.
Anywho, any time I turn this damn thing on it gives me a crazy freaking headache, which is what I’ve just developed, so off it goes.
See you kids tomorrow, and sweet dreams.
Tonight’s artwork is, of course, a screenshot taken from the movie “Sunshine.”