Pogos??

Ahhh... this is what I call sleeping in. I just woke up!! 11 hours of solid sleep, with some usual screwed up dreams... I dreamt I was taking a bath in a palace washroom, it was huuuuge and I was happy. (And then there was arabs attacking ... I had to dress up in those flowy roman robes and send messengers to the emperor and then there was full out war while I then run to tell women and children where to hide. All very exciting.)

Anyhow, waking up to reality is a bit harsh after that. January 22, we're in the thick of the Winter now. I'm down with a cold although recovering steadily - my condo is full of germs and will need a complete anti-bacterial hose down today. The whole me is very lethargic in general. I'm still gobbling strepsils like they're corn dogs (I luuuuv corn dogs)

I'm hungry but don't know what's good to eat. A corn dog would be good now.... why do we only get to eat it during summer... we need a corn dog vendor here in Tdot, stat. And no. Pogos aren't corn dogs.