I have been running a fever since Friday, which means I spent the whole weekend tossing and turning in bed, taking medicine, drinking water and having two showers a day.

I sincerely thought I would get better after yesterday, when I went to sleep with the blessed temperature of 98F, instead of my usual 101.5F. To my frustration, though, I woke up today really sweaty and really cold, and with a temperature of 99.5F, and rising. After taking some more medicine, I called my grandmother to tell her I might want to go to her house, after all. Grandmothers know how to take care of their grandchildren, and I'm quite tired of being sick and home alone (except for the cat, of course).

Worst part of it all is that I have a report due tomorrow, and I haven't even started working on it yet. Oh, summer vacations, why did you cease to exist? Oh, that's right. I'm the one who volunteered to work throughout January and February.