Because of my flu — today it’s turned into merely a seal-like cough and Quasimodo’s headache — I’ve been waking up with odd snippets of dreams in my head.

Two days ago I awoke from a dream in which the contestants on American Idol were catching fish shaped like the way they sing. So, the one who does all the Mariah Carey-esque swooping around every note reeled in an eel. Disgusting, but, then…

Yesterday I woke up with this bad joke from the early 1990s:

Why exactly I’m having Ross Perot dreams is beyond me. (And I’d clean up the awful red outlining but I’m too beat. It’s not like it’d be real funny if only I’d done a better job image editing it.)

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