So, yesterday. Was one of the worst days of my life, bar none.

I went to bed and I was fine, and then I woke up in the middle of the night, sometime around 3a or 4a, and realized that I needed to go to the bathroom. And by "go" to the bathroom, I mean "run" to the bathroom. Which is downstairs, because the upstairs bathroom doesn't have a working toilet.

So I made it down there, and I remained there for at least an hour, with the most agonizing stomach cramps, a raging fever, while also shaking like a leaf, I was practically hallucinating. I was so hot, I undressed while I was sitting there and tried to open the window, but my arms were so weak that I could barely lift the sash.

After the worst hour, I was able to get off of the throne and do what I had been dreaming of doing since my fever started--lie down on the cool cool linoleum. I swear, I was pouring sweat, my skin was blazing hot to the touch, I have no idea where all of it came from, but all I wanted was to lie naked on that floor and try to bring my temperature down.

I thought it would be an extremely bad idea to go back upstairs and be farther away than ten feet from the bathroom, so I lay down on the sofa under the little plaid blanket that we have there and snoozed. When Mom came down, she brought my pillows and quilt, and I was ensconced for the entire day.

It's nice, when you are really sick, to have your mother bring you Chicken and Stars soup and toast. I was so sick I skipped church, and you have to be at death's door to skip church at my house. I also skipped the movies at the Academy, which were ones that I really wanted to see, but not enough to set foot off of that couch.

So on Friday I was awakened early and off-centre for the rest of the day, Saturday I was unable to breathe, and Sunday I was praying either for death or for the Alien to burst from my stomach so that the pain would end.

What's going to happen today? Will I be beheaded? Will I start bleeding from the eyes? Tune in tomorrow...

Today's horoscope:
The sorry state of your coworkers is your number one argument for telecommuting. Be charitable with confused or troubled individuals. Sympathy is probably a better gift than money.

One year ago today:
Cynthia laughs and says that this show is so easy for me because I am not actually acting at all, the rage and annoyance I feel towards Omar's character, the things that I ask of him, they are all real, all I have to do is really ask him these questions.

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