Earlier this month, I got sick.
For some reason when I was a child the food I was given when sick was pickles. Garlic pickles. Something about them, the brine or the vinegar or something, prevents them from hurting your throat if it is sore. I’m not sure what other people do. If you ever get strep throat or the flu or any such thing, I recommend you give it a try.
But for me the worst part is that sleep gets weird. People who know me know that, almost every day, I have false awakenings. False awakenings are where you think you wake up in the morning and YOU ARE WRONG.
When I have a fever, this issue multiplies to epic proportions – I go through an entire morning, hours and hours of it, then wake up. This is rather a hassle so each night I went to bed under the assumption that whatever I dreamed about didn’t actually happen and I should just go “back to bed” and get on with it. But the next day after a night of what I assumed was fictive artistic activity I woke up, went to my computer, and had apparently actually gotten up in my sleep and made the following image. I have no idea where the original pic came from, or how I did it entirely while asleep:
And for some reason, I think its one of the funniest things I’ve ever made.
I got sick halfway through. I got a speeding ticket on the way home. But when Tim and Eric brought Chrimbus to Washington, DC on December 1, I got one of the best stage props thrown right into my hot little hands of all time.
And thus, it was the best Chrimbus ever.