So, I'm still sore. Better, but still sore. I've also noticed at night that my arms and hands tend to lose circulation easily -- this was happening before the workout soreness -- so I dunno what's going on.

Anyway, I thought for this entry I'd share a glimpse into the weirdness that is in my brain:

The other night I had a dream that I was venturing in an out of what seemed like some sort of pseudo-hell. There was fire and not much else. I was armed with a metallic, extendable contraption that had a toy dog's head on the end of it.

I'm not sure what purpose the contraption served, but it seemed to be important.

I had to periodically exit hell to reload the dog.

I'm not sure what purpose it served to reload the dog, or what it even meant to reload the dog, but... it seemed important.

All the while, I was trying to put something away -- papers or drawings or something.

Anyway, all this to say: not only am I experiencing jello-workout-arms, I appear to be dreaming of toy doggies in hell.

I'm definitely not well.

Oh, and *last* night I dreamt I got pulled over for doing 118km/hr on the highway in a 100km/hr zone. No one in Quebec or Ontario ever gets pulled over for doing 118, but in this dream, there were about 6 cops signing a statement that I had indeed broken the law and deserved to be punished. I was being fined $76.37, and was losing 4 demerit points on my license. In the dream, I'd already lost 6, so I was well on the way to potentially losing my license altogether.

What a relief it was to wake up -- which is ironic, given that I had an absolutely horrible time getting to sleep in the first place.

Welcome to my descent into madness.

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