Deathly Inclinations.

I had a dream last night that I was sick. And the woman in the pharmacy that I went to, to buy cold and flu tablets, wouldn't believe me that the signature on my credit card was the same as the one I signed, so she wouldn't give me the tablets.

So I killed her.

Aaaand I woke up and went to the gym and now I feel like I'm getting sick. But I will not be going to the pharmacy to get cold and flu tablets because I don't think I can risk the possibility that I will kill the pharmacy woman. So I'm drinking hot water with lemon juice, honey and cloves. It's pretty gross. And my feet are cold.

The good news is that my date on Friday wasn't completely horrific. It wasn't very good, but it also wasn't verging on tragedy and it didn't make me want to drown myself in a bathtub of gin. Needless to say, I won't be seeing him again - but it was very comforting to learn the next day that he wanted to see me again. I really don't understand it though - he showed absolutely no interest in anything I had to say, didn't ask me a single question and only let me get a starter because he has a small appetite. Meh.

At least I didn't kill him.