Fever

Its 4:30. I should be waking up in two hours for a road trip with les amis to Six Flags. But instead, I'm down with a fever. And not the "Feva!" That Michael Buble and Queen B sing of. No. The freaking can't sleep-skin melts rocks to magma-sweating oceans-mouth is Sahara desert kind of fever. I am a generally hot person, with a metabolic rate of 1 million so I'm quite prone to fevers, but they don't usually try to ruin awesome trips!

I have to always be careful to drink enough water or I burn up, I've been hospitalized twice for fevers--one nearly lethal. I was covered in ice and given like eight gallons of cold saline IV. Bad bad day.

This is nothing like the whopping 106 and counting I suffered a few years ago, but its still freaking ANNOYING SINCE I KNOW I DRANK THREE LAKEFULS OF WATER HOW DA HELL A FEVA GONNA KEEP ME UP WHEN I NEED TA SLEEP!
Now I keep sneaking up in the dead of the night to get more water without waking up the house, and I've already consumed my weight in water the past hour, so I have to pee every five minutes. Miserable! My sweat has transformed this couch into a boiling waterbed, and this laptop is about to explode from water damage just from my fingertips.This is superserious.