I had fever dreams last night.
In one of them I was stranded on a desert island and it got so bad that I started cooking the equipment on the ship, and then I decided to get married to this human sized pill bottle. Since no one was there, I put my wedding invitations in bottles and sent them out to sea. They said, "Please come to my wedding. I'm committed to getting better."
Then apparently I sent my friend Jody a text that said:
"I cook harpoons in netting, come marry of getting better."
Yeah, we're both still confused. The flu can do funny things to a person.