Probably Black

I'm sick, and you all know what that means: I'm borderline incoherent, especially in the middle of the night when I'm trying to remember whether I need to get a pill to bring down my fever or deal with the alligators in the room instead.

Last night's strange half-dreams were par for the course. There was one about being part of some international society for dealing with illness among those presenting papers at conferences. It was very self-referential and only tangentially tied in to the fact that I was actually lying in bed with a cold.

And then there was the one in which someone was warning me not to step out of line, because first they send a policeman after you, and then they send a bunch of police, and then they bring in the police helicopter, and if that doesn't work, they bring in the ninja helicopter.