Am I at the lake?

For the past couple of days, I have been feeling like I'm at the lake. Maybe it's the damp weather. Maybe it's the demerol. I've been sleeping on the couch in the living room and last night I left the door to the balcony open. When I woke up this morning, I was very confused. I thought I was at the lake. I haven't been to a lake in years. I haven't slept in a lake cottage in longer. And it was very clear that it was March and I was in the living room of my apartment, which is not near water. Still, I had this overwhelming sensation that I was at the lake. It hasn't completely faded yet.

Tonight I burned soup, which I barely knew was possible. I'm not sure how it happened. I followed the directions, but it still burned. Now I have 1/2 gallon of cheddar potato soup that tastes like smoke. (Yes, I tried to eat it anyway.)

I want my Spring Break back.