Allstar Sauce (50 in '07)

          I woke up feeling sick as a dog, and basically like utter shit. I did my best to sleep and had an exciting dream about a broomball game. My team was playing uphill and were down 1-0, but I led a Flying V-type charge on the net and managed to score from some distance away. I managed to score again on the rush, and a teammate's point sealed it at 3-1. The exhilaration died away when I woke up still sick, though feeling considerably better. The bad vibes lasted throughout the day and I failed to get anything of substance done. Iris cooked an incredible pot roast for dinner, but I fell asleep before I could enjoy it.