Well, the head cold is still going strong, along with the weird dreams and restless sleep. Last night I kept hearing the India Arie song in my dreams that goes “brown skin, you know I love your brown skin. I can’t tell where yours begins. I can’t tell where mine ends.....” Great song, not sure why it is on repeat in my brain loop. I don’t even have brown skin.
The night before I dreamt I was caught in a board game and couldn’t find the right space that would tame my coughing. I woke up in a coughing fit shouting “Enough, enough!” Then I was up for the last 3 hours of what could have been a good night’s sleep.
But today, I do not have a head ache! However, being still in an itty bit of denial, (as if there could be an itty bit of denial) I am continuing to consume sugar. Mostly chocolate, but also sweetened drinks. When it comes to soda, I may as well just grab the paraphernalia and start main lining. I know when I start doing soda I am in deep trouble. I dream about soda, scheme about getting soda, thrill over frozen coke at BK, rediscover all my childhood favorites, root beer, ginger ale, ice-cream sodas, and even cel-ray. Soda in cans, bottles, and nice waxy paper cups with straws. Aaaahh...soda. Nothing gets me high on sugar faster than good ‘ol soda.
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