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11/16/2004 Entry: "Crawling Crud at Izzle Pfaff"

No flu shots this year. We've picked up a few colds via my grandson, but nothing too severe (my typing this immediately set off a big hacking coughing fit, just to prove me wrong). I hope I don't catch whatever it is that Skot of Izzle Pfaff has!

"One thing that is weirdly entertaining about being horribly ill are the startling fever dreams. One I had that night featured a foosball table at my workplace. It's in a stupid location in the hallway on the way to the elevator, and in this particular dream, I stopped by the foosball table and glanced down at the gaily-attired little amputee players. Then I leaned down and bit off all of their heads, crunching them in my teeth like candy. (Confession: this is probably because in real life, I have actually fantasized about biting off the heads of the foosball men. I hate foosball.)"