on another note-- saturday's bout of fever totally left its mark. when i left school i was a tad unsteady; by the time i met krystal and collen i was dead on my feet; when my sister found me i was mildly hysterical and laughing at everything-- and i mean everything, including the idea of me laughing at everything. i said i felt feverish; she touched my forehead, frowned and said, "you don't have a fever. it's cold. are you dead?" in any case the chill-wracked misery that was me collapsed at 10.32pm wrapped in three layers on a bed piled high with cushions and stuffed toys in a bid to trap every last vestige of warmth and woke at 12.17pm fever-free, but with about as much energy as a strand of overcooked spaghetti and aching in every muscle to boot. lousy, lousy, lousy. where am i going to find the energy to work and run and practise AND dance, at this rate? boo.
sleep. satellite save my life, i'm wishing on a two-way radio.