How Delightful
I had a nice little chat with Delirium last night. I might have gotten half an hours sleep. Se managed to convince me that I was seven people, each responsible for a level of the skerry, and all the levels had to be let loose in the right order for the thing to die already so I could stop feeling like my spleen was on fire. But she lied, when I got to the last one I had to start all over again. It was dark and I was drifting, and at least I remember this one. It's what I get for reading A Game of You before going to bed with a terrible fever. When was the last one I had? I'm sure it was this year.
Hey kids, a public sevice announcement: vomiting sucks. Don't ever get bullimia. Vomiting REALLY REALLY sucks. When there's nothing left in your stomach you start vomiting up stomach acid, which burns your throat, and spasms aren't nice at all.
On the bright side, I learned something new today - when you start sweating it means the fever's broken and you can finally get some sleep. At nine thirty in the morning.