Last night I dreampt I was on a covert spy team. We were being funded by the russians and I was dressed up in Muslim women's clothing. Ozzy Ozbourne was a part of my team and people called me 'Tiger Balm'. I hijacked a bunch of college papers I didn't want to write. I remember at one point a few guys coming after me with big rock slingshots.. I took one guy out and stole his slingshot.. I remember wondering how to operate that thing. I remember getting further orders from a secret plant that was in the toilet seat.

Yay for f'd up dreams on NyQuil.. awwww yeah.

Still sick.. :(