minorthird

so…I’m hot-blooded, check it and see! I’ve got a fever of 103!

I feel like a walking furnace. I’m afraid to walk from the train to work because I just know that the homeless folks on the corner of Tremont and Park are going to gather around me to warm their hands when I stop for the light.

I really expected that steam would be rising off my head when I left the house.

I had to force myself to eat a PB&J this morning, which was the first thing I even remotely wanted to eat since noon yesterday.

At one point last night, while lying in bed, Erika said “you’re so hot!” Unfortunately, I wasn’t “hott” with two “t”s or “hottt” with three, or the ultimate, “hottte” while rockin’ the silent “e.” I was burning up, and she could feel the radiation from a foot away!

Oh, and did I mention that I can be a whiney bitch when I’m sick?

The ibuprofen I took this morning seems to be working a bit. The fever seems to have broken a bit — nothing that 8 hours in front of a computer can’t cure.

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