When I googled "feverishly" because I've been feverishly applying for freelance jobs, I got Pat Boone. Hell if I know.
So, yes, I've been feverishly applying for freelance jobs because I'm terrified of moving and having no money. Elise and I schemed ways to make a quick buck yesterday, and so far the leading ideas are 1) selling plasma 2) having our eggs harvested. I have more than enough eggs to go around.
In other news, a very odd thing happened last night. First I had a hell of a time sleeping--not odd at all for me lately--but I finally drifted off around 1am. At 2:15am I woke up upside down in bed. That is to say, my head was at the foot of the bed and my feet were sort of half crossed under me, half on the pillow. My first thought, because you all know that I'm always calm, collected and rational, was that I am possessed and had obviously been fighting the devil in my sleep. Nothing to joke about, I know. Especially since I'm not Catholic, and I'm almost positive that the Baptist pastor of my youth could do absolutely nothing to help me. But then I realized I had no scratches or other lesions on my body, there was no pea-green vomit to be found, and nothing jumped out of my chest when I made the sign of the cross as a test. Or maybe it was Pat Boone.
In any case, it's very 0dd to wake up at 26 (almost 27) and find yourself backwards in bed. It's just not right at all.
