Oof-ah. Am sick. Actually, I am getting over sickness. My mom is here because I had a really high fever last night, and I got lost in the worst part of the Bronx trying to get home from Stop'n Shoppe last night, a store that I go to once a week and is nowhere near the Bronx. I was loopy and miserable and lost and fell over coming up the stairs.
As it is, I'm returning to health and my dog is snoring and kicking her feet in a dream beside me on the bed. My mom is watching something on TV featuring the music of Les Mis and Celine Dion (?!?!?) but she brought ginger ale, so who am I to complain? Also, I keep getting flashbacks of crazy fever dreams. They're always fun. :)