Bleargh (and other incoherent things)

I woke up way too early this morning with a mind-numbingly painful stomachache (this coming from someone who didn't need painkillers after wisdom teeth removal or post-operative physiotherapy) and what feels like a skyrocketing fever (that could just be trying to sleep in a room that's over 30 degrees, mind). 

They're still calling for it to be hot and humid.  What a day to get sick.  Unless, of course, there's a thunderstorm.  That'd be okay. 

I think I'm gonna go have a big glass of water and force down a bowl of Shreddies.  And, y'know, not eat any candy.

And probably skip work again - good thing I've already finished about ten times what they wanted me to.  Just so long as I have a few dozen graphs by next Tuesday, I'm okay.  (Yup, I'm a lucky so-and-so when it comes to my job, because they actually had a set amount of work for me, which I finished in the first few weeks.  Plus, my supervisor always tells me to get out more!  Heehee.)

Ooh, read a few more Eighth Doctor Adventures!  Fitz is pretty dang awesome.

Also on the plus side, my bruises from yesterday's flight down the stairs are nearly gone.  Huzzah!

Good News/Bad News

Good news: I'm no longer sick!  I finally got to use my eggplant recipe and it was delicious!  I dragged myself out of the condo for three hours of fencing goodness (though somebody did steal our Good Try Sportsmanship Happy-Face Stamp of Power, so we were all making a special effort to be poor sports)! 

Bad news: It's currently 34.2 degrees Celsius in my room.  Generally, I prefer it to be below 22 degrees when I go to sleep.  *whimper*  I'm gonna dump a glass of water over my head before bed and turn the fan on high, right in my face.  Ick.  (Bad thing with our topsy-turvy climate - the few days when it does get nice and summery and warm, we haven't a clue what to do.  AC?  What is this thing of which you speak?)