Sick again
◊ I've been running a bad fever and soaking my clothes with sweat even though I'm freezing and I'm so dizzy I had to have Owen come pick me up and bring me to school today.
Last night I could barely sleep and man, let me tell you, there is nothing quite so strange as watching The Rocky & Bullwinkle Show at 3 a.m. when you're halfway delirious with a fever. You just stare at the TV with a perplexed expression and wonder what the hell is going on.
My clothes are clammy with sweat and I can't even take advantage of Dean's Newcastle cure because everything tastes wrong and Newcastle tastes like dirt right now. All I can handle are cough drops and two bites at a time of whatever food seems least disgusting.
Someone please shoot me.