Virtual Flaneurism

I have a slight, slight cold right now, and it has been destroying me inch by inch from the inside. Not so much by the sickness itself but by making me absolutely incapable of sleep. I've spent the last four nights writhing in bed until 4:30 or so in the morning, uncomfortable for no reason, only to finally delve into thirty to forty five minute long drags of sleep until my internal clock demands I wake up and watch the View at 11am.

Worse is the fact that these erratic chunks of sleep are muddied with ridiculous stress dreams -- ridiculous both because I am on vacation and therefore actually quite stress free, thank you, and also because of the bizarre and anti-thematic way - at least for life - they end up playing out. I spent a good chunk of last night trapped in a middle school drama club stress dream where I was unknowingly set to play Jud Fry in Oklahoma!, didn't learn the lines, and spent the entirety of the dream unsuccessfully googling the lyrics to Lonely Room and lamenting how embarrassed my mother must be that I KEEP MISSING MY ENTRANCES.

Nevermind the fact that I already spend all day trolling my computer, so further internet perusing in my dreams is so not welcome at this time.

Fuck you, cold germs. And fuck you, too, Rogers & Hammerstein. Lonely Room is a minor key romp of doom...and not what is in the following video.