Tales of a supernova's daughter.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Very Ill.

It's 1:00 AM on Thursday morning, and I am sick as hell and can't sleep. I keep having strange dreams about being in odd groups of people with S and toasting to random things with whatever substance I happen to have in my hand (one time, it was a full pot of coffee).

I can barely breathe around my tonsils, and these body aches are killer. I'm not sure if I've ever had a sore throat of this magnitude in my entire life, where I have to seriously steel myself in preparation for every swallow.