Sunday 9/13

Last night i had what may have been the worst fever of my life. i was so cold but yet was burning up. scott couldn't even come near my side of the bed. i wondered briefly if iwas actually dying. i am not being melodramatic. really. my fever broke around 6 AM with some sort of insane vengeance and my side of the bed became soaked with sweat. i slept till about 2PM and then got up and started moving slowly. Around 4 i was ready to get out of the partment as long as we moved sloooowly. Scott got us a cab to Glorietta and we had dinner at TGIFridays and then we shopped a little- didn;t buy anything, but i think the getting out was good for me. When we got back, i took some of our newly acquired tylenol like substance and got in bed pretty soon therafter.