At least I've not had the pulsating-human-organ-on-the-side-of-the-road dream. That's more like 103-104 territory.

Ugh. I'm so cold. And yet, it's >78ºF inside. And oh, wait, now I'm HOT.

In other news:

* Sneezing.
* Gacking up lotsa nasty mucosa.
* Have decided that neti pots only work if your sinuses aren't swollen shut.
* A supply of disposable facial tissues at all times is now mandatory.
* Am beautiful. (see blelow)
* I found generic sleep medicine to be cheaper per unit than the same medicine marketed as an antihistamine.

100ºF is a ripoff fever. Not high enough for sympathy, yet not low enough to feel well.



(I'm also rather melodramatic--but I think that's because I'm kind of wanting someone to take care of me right about now.)