Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping...

The cold I had been fighting all week finally caught me and tackled me right to the ground. I've spend the last three days (since Thursday night) in bed, up for about 2 hours at a time before finding myself needing to take a nap - usually a 5-10 hour nap. I don't think I've been this ill in ages. My head was hurting so bad last night that I swore I had malaria which was an easy thought since my dreams were clouded with deserts, revolutions and the CIA (I had just finished reading a book about Iran).

Sleeping is what kitty friends do best. Having spent this much time with them, they're experts at it. They sleep with me for a while, get up, run around and sleep some more. I guess when you have no real predators you can sleep... plus they don't have to pay rent or buy their catfood.

In the midst of this groggy weekend, I did manage to go to the worlds largest video store, Scarecrow right in University District. It was incredible - more than 70,000 DVDs - you could find just about any film you've every wanted to watch. They had them stored by genres, countries, directors, festivals... at the same time, I wonder if you could find anything.

Semi-sunny, mostly cloudy, it was an ideal weekend to be ill, if there is such a thing.