First of all, I would like to congratulate myself on being not crazy, just sick. After having spent a large portion of Monday and Sunday crying into my pillow, I thought I might have been certifiable, but it just turns out that I have a fever of 102 and an upper respiratory infection. Not having eaten probably didn't help the mood either, since all I've been able to down in the past few days is a little bit of soup. Oh, and a single slice of bread last night!

Speaking of being not crazy, just sick, fevers can do very funny things to you even when you're aware of having one. When I was curled up in my bed half-passed out earlier today, I started to imagine that there were two other people in bed with me. I of course knew very well that there was no such thing, but I still managed to conduct a long conversation with them, which mostly consisted of them repeatedly imploring me (in beautiful gender-neutral voices) to take a walk with them, and me gently negating their request because I could not get out of bed. I didn't mind their persistence though, because their voices were so pleasant that I didn't mind being asked the same impossible thing over and over, and their imagined presence in my bed felt warming and made me stop thinking about the aches in my body.

I kind of wish they would come back, but for some reason doubt this. Oh well, Noel will be coming to visit me later with more flavored vitamin water, and that will be EVEN BETTER than the gender-neutral angels!

Once more, for emphasis (come on, everybody in the crowd knows this by now): Not. Crazy. Just. Sick.