...comes a time of great phlegm. For me, anyway.

CoughspluttersniffatCHOOatCHOOaaaaatCHOO. Etc.

I not well.

I spent a lot of last night 'hallucinating', like I normally do when I have a temperature. I added three different made-up people to my phone book, and told my pillow - who WAS grinning like a loon at me - to GO AWAY *huff* *roll over* *strop*.

But my illness benchmark is when I start slashing invisible works of art, thinking I ate my fish, and ordering subway sandwiches in my head. So many possiblities.

I should be handing in an essay right this second. What a bloody relief it is not to be.