This damn cold/flu/sinus infection I've been wrestling with for nearly two weeks is wrecking havoc in all areas of my life. Canceled plans a-go-go; kleenex boxes all over the house; a voice that is kindly described as being a hot-tranny-mess (you think it registers low when I'm well -- when I'm sick, it ventures into total drag queen territory.)

And my subconscious is feeling the effects as well.
After I dropped The Kiddo off at school, came home and immediately crawled back into bed. Ah, bliss.

I spoke too soon. My subconscious had other plans.

In my dream, Scientology and Mormonism had apparently merged. How do I know this? Because Tom Cruise was looking to expand his insanity into the realm of polygamy and wanted to take another wife in addition to Katie.

The winning candidate: Lindsay Lohan.

And I dreamed about their threesome wedding.

What the eff was that about, I ask you? I can't stand two of the three stahs of this nightmare (and am lukewarm about Katie at best, although I love her fashion style and that Suri is the cutest child this side of The Kiddo...) so what the hell were they doing in my under-the-weather subconscious?

And to think that the craziest dream I'd had prior to this involved me, a bubble bath in a black marble bathroom and Howard "Dr. Johnny Fever" Hesseman...

Apparently I need to stop reading People and Us Weekly while under the influence of sinus meds.

Dangerous combination.