Pillow Talk

Dammit to hell.

I was in bed, ostensibly watching the keynote but lying on my side, slowly drifting off from exhaustion. One a.m. The first decent night's sleep I was going to get in days.

Figured I'd go to the bathroom rather than risk waking up again, and I noticed on the way that I was a little chilly. Hunh. Well, there were plenty of blankets on my bed.

And as I stepped through the door, a gust of wind from the improperly sealed window clinched it: fever and chills. Two hours spent in la-la land in bed, and now (thanks to ibuprofen) this, a moderately temperature-controlled state of total wakefulness.

What in god's name is wrong with me?

Edit:The answer appears to be "flu." At least that's a temporary condition. Staying at mom's for a couple of days so I don't have to fend for myself.