No fever now for 3 days and eating normally – well not normally because I’m trying to eat healthy. Even so, can’t seem to sleep more than an hour or two at a time at night.
Waking up so often, my dreams are very vivid. If only they weren’t so fucking stupid.
Last night’s dream: I’m on American Idol, with Adam and Danny and Kris. It’s the next round of competition. The task this week is to build a web page but all the photos on the page have to be RAW. And I’m thinking it’s not fair because Adam’s camera can’t produce RAW files. And then, at the last minute, they change the rules and JPEGs are okay, too. And I’m thinking that’s also really unfair and wondering if they’re always going to change the rules to ensure Adam wins.
As bad as that dream is, imagine waking up every hour and that’s all that’s in your head. Lying there in bed, thinking about doing web pages as part of a singing competition. And then going back to sleep and waking up and knowing I had the same goddamn dream again. And again.
Waiting for the Winwood/Clapton album (release next week) to turn up on usenet. I’m sure that will cheer me up.
Hi, I’m Spike. Born and bred in The Bronx but I've been calling Hong Kong home since 1995. I'm a corporate IT professional, music and film critic and aspiring photo-journalist. I've been writing Hongkie Town since 2004 and have been writing the "Spike" column in BC Magazine since 2006. You can follow me on Twitter 
