When most folks get sick, their temperature goes up. When I catch something effective (more than allergies or a light cold) my temperature goes down.

So when I do run an honest-to-God fever I usually feel cold, and get the chills. On the other hand on nights like tonight, it is so freaking hot I’m going to melt. At least, that’s what my skin tells me. The thermometer says I’m 96 degrees. Somebody’s lying, that’s for sure, because this house is never hot.

Going to try to sleep this one off, assuming I can sleep. It’s like August in here.