One of these days I’ll stop dreaming about work. It happens eventually.

I keep waking up and saying to myself, “Stop it! You’re not actually getting anything done!” Of course, with dreams, it’s all a little off, like I have to send off foreclosure notices in the proper way at the proper time, and apparently by karaoke. Or messenger balloon.

Last night I finally started dreaming about an old abandoned windmill along the Santa Fe Trail that NASA had augmented and was available for camping in.

Some researchers believe that dreams are our brains’ way of categorizing the information we gathered during the day. Maybe I won’t stop having these dreams until I know my job inside and out.

I hope it happens soon. I keep waking up feeling even more exhausted than when I went to bed. I’ve also had a week-long headache.

This morning I awoke surprised to find my jaw aching but without a migraine (usually the jaw ache triggers one). Also odd was that my jaw only hurt on my right side. I felt it and realized by lymph node was very swollen and was really tender to the touch.

It isn’t nearly as tender now. Maybe I’m fighting swine flu.

Maybe I’ll figure out what I’ve got tonight in my dreams.

In other news, when Berck finally gets laid off, he should qualify for three months of unemployment benefits. So we should be able to survive for a while.