A Different Weekend!

Three 'happening' days of an extended weekend. And every chance that it gets further extended by another day. A bad bout of viral infection laid me low on Friday, and right now, I am feeling too weak to even walk from one room to another. Till yesterday, talking was also a major issue, and some friends heaved a sigh of relief. Naah naah, kidding there! People were actually sad. OK, kidding again! Wonder which one of the two was taken more seriously there!

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The worst section of the past three days was yesterday in the morning, when fever was at it's peak, the TV was not working and the Internet had gone for a toss. And sleep? Impossible to sleep for me when the fever has engulfed me. For three hours, I was lying on my bed, staring at nothing, then straing at my ceiling, then back at nothing, without TV or internet and definitely without any strength to get out of my house.

The only thing that I could do is "think". Despite myself, it was a wonderful feeling. Thinking of a whole loads of, as they say, 'random stuff'. Some thoughts, which obviously I cannot put down here, left me a bit numb, but that's how it is.

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The one so-called bright spot was the India-Ireland match that I could watch in the day.
One Sided surely, but it was good to watch some cricket, knowing that I could have no other plans. Liked the Irish atmosphere, cool, pleasant to watch, handful of spectators relaxing at the ground, a look of the match being played in probably the early 1900s!

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I slept at 4.30 Friday night. Or morning, whichever way you look at it. Simply because, I could not get any sleep at all. I would have barely slept for about an hour, when something dreadful woke me up. Probably, not as dreadful as I make it sound to be, but it sure was wierd. This was before I was running any fever. So, I wasn't hallucinating either.

I woke up from a dream. In this one, I was with a friend. I tell my friend, that I am not feeling too well. I am feeling dazed and giddy. The friend challenges me to get up. I try to, but I fall back on my friend. But I smile, and start to walk. The giddiness gets better of me, and I fall down. And I also wake up. Wake up from this dream. Now the wierd part is, that when I woke up, I was feeling mightily giddy. Finding it very difficult to sit up in my bed. And then I recollected the dream. Strange!

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"Scary Movie" has been one saviour for me in these three days. Have finished watching the forst three parts of the movie, and now will continue with the fourth. More often than not, funny, sometimes, in a very crude way, slapstick, but, very well made. My favourite is the third part, probably because I have watched most of the spoofs covered in the movie, but overall it is funnier as well, without alluding to the "more than necessary" vulgarity.

Probably now, I should watch all the original movies on which the spoofs were made.