sick as

it's ridiculous. a little wind and no jacket on Thursday should not, in any way, shape or form, end with me being this sick. practically no sleep three nights in a row, massive fever and delirium last night (the delirium was about how Clark Kent was stopping me from coughing - the last time i'd been this sick, i'd spent my time 'cataloguing' all the different races in Star Trek). and what was, in my mind, a good ten hours, turned out to be a mere four. so i'm pretty sure i overdosed on the various medication. great.

the shower's barely helped, still feel like shit. can't sleep though, as i can't breathe when i do. this is so much fun...not.

on a totally unrelated side note, my surprise at guy number 1's reply yesterday is no more: as i suspected, this girl, who'd suddenly developed a huge crush on him, had got her way. explains why he said he'd be happy to meet me for a drink on the one day and then tells me it's best not to meet up outside regular events on the next...