Tuesday. Made it through the Monday madness and blues. And all I got to show for it is a tight chest and blocked nose. Is that nice? I don’t deserve to be sick. I work hard. I gym hard. I eat healthily. So what gives?? The sausage who gave me their silly germs can have them back. I can’t afford to get sick. I have a schedule. A routine. It cannot be broken. Am I starting to sound obsessive? Maybe I am.

Well fancy that indeed!

How is that? I actually got what I asked for. A weird dream. Keeping in mind I’d been studying Greek Mythology for days before I had this dream. I dreamt I was pregnant with Twins. That part is freaky enough – being pregnant would be weird enough without the twins part. The strangest part is still coming though. Athena appeared to me and told me that I was going to have two sons – fathered by two separate fathers. One father being Zeus, the other Apollo. Athena said I would have to kill the second child otherwise there would be a war of the gods and this would result in the destruction of earth.

 

Well fancy that Smithers!?