I've had a fever for three days straight now. Also, I've been home alone. I'm getting tired of being hot, and sweaty, and cold all at the same time. And for sure I'm goddamn tired of just having my fevered hallucinations to keep me company. They're really not that interesting.

So I've been spending my days on the couch, trying to talk my body out of sprouting more chicken pox. And for some reason it seems like now that I've discovered them, they've figured out they can't work in stealth mode and sneak up on me anymore, so they've upped production and are having a party.

You know, I just keep thinking it would be way easier having this when you were little. Because kids can be distracted easily, keeping them from scratching, and, hell, even REMEMBERING sometimes that they even HAVE chicken pox.

The best part was when the doctor listed off all the places where the chicken pox could spread. Horrifying, I tell you. I'm a firm believer that if the undersides of my nails and the insides of my ears don't KNOW they can get pox there, then they won't try anything crazy like creating them. Ignorance is bliss, with body parts.