So aside from getting sympathy, this blog post is an account of my Saturday Night Fever.

Saturday night was still Passover and my family were invited to our old family friends. I very much wanted to go, but...

18:00 raise head in a Meer cat style and wonder where I am.
18:01 realise that I am not a raw salmon in need of scaling and distinguish that thought as being a dream.
18:02 blow my nose
18:03 get out of bed and wander around house.
18:06 blow my nose
18:15 conclude that I will not venture out in the Stormy/rainy weather and walk 20 minutes to dinner where i am likely to infect all guests with evil virus.
18:22 blow my nose
18:30 offer A opinion on A's sense of dress style. Kindly explained (verbatim) "it looks like you mixed three different genres and i personally think you look stupid".
18:32 blow my nose
18:40 convince R to wear snow boots on mammoth walk to dinner. scare tactics included threats of being as sick as myself.
18:42 Tell R to go away because she will catch flu from me. R tells me she will not leave because she hopes I catch health from her.
18:45 blow my nose
18:50 Everybody leaves and I stand in the middle of the house.
18:52-54 sneezing
18:55 blow my nose
18:56 Call M in the hopes of being distracted. I have extracted the main point that M made: M says that some people need to do uni work and that I shouldn't be disappointed if M cannot distract/speak/visit me. Feel slightly disheartened but decide it is for the best.
19:00 decide bath is a good way to waste time, indulge in myself. don't feel so guilty because it is raining. convince myself that my house uses bore water.
19:01 face awful truth: my house does not use bore water.
19:02 decide that the guilt is worth it.
19:05 blow my nose
19:15 settle in bath
19:30 check my finger in the hopes that they are pruned enough to justify water wastage of the bath. negative.
19:37 think i hear people in the house. think they will barge in on me. think i will be mutilated in the bath. awful images. didn't even lock the door. don't even have energy to check. decide that i will face whatever fate awaits me.
19:45 decide to get out of bath
19:46 get into PJ's
19:47 Blow my nose
19:50 remember that i thought people were in house. proceed to go downstairs and lock all doors. go back upstairs and lock all doors.
19:59 blow nose
20:07 Call M again with legitimate excuse that i am scared all alone in house. M is not very happy because he is, quote, "having a Coltrane moment". M tells me to call back if I quote "really need to". decide best option is bed.
20:15 blow nose
20:20 get in bed
20:22 blow nose
20:34 fall asleep (not really sure that was the time, but it seems to fit in well).
22:05 wake up in pool of perspiration. try to figure out why i was on the "so you think you can dance" legal team. try to work out what case I was running. wonder why i feel so hot. unsure what exactly is going on. Blow my nose and come to awful realisation:
My brain has been so hot that it is literally cooking in my feverish state. also realise that the mucus in my sinus is working like a hotplate on the sabbath (yiddish - Blech) in helping my brain cook. become enlightened when I understand that blowing my nose is creating cool air passageway which stops my precious brain from continuing it's awful simmer.
22:07 think that it would be funny for there to be "so you think you can dance, but really you cannot".
22:08 realise that's stupid
22:09 fall back asleep.
23:15 wake up. wonder why natalie bassingthwaite wasn't happy with the job i had done. wonder why my bicycle wasn't able to be attached to the pole outside the hotel. Wonder why the hotel room drawers were full of hama beads. wonder why i feel so hot. realise again that brain is cooking. realise i don't have a bicycle.
23:16 blow my nose and get up.
23:17 get drink, take panadol, get back into bed
23:20 feel vindicated that I made R wear snow boots - as I can hear rain.
23:45 M calls back. M talks sweet nothings. Kindly explain to M (verbatim) "I'm just trying to deal with a fever here, will call you back. Fever Moment, if you like".
23:55 blow my nose
00:02 R and T(mother) arrive home.
00:10 complaint to T that panadol doesn't work. Act all haughty to R in "told you so" manner about snow boots.
00:11 T says panadol is working. T says sweat is a good thing. (i think "tell that to rexona").
00:22 Call M back and say good night.
05:14 Wake up, soaked. Change t-shirt. (all the while thinking EW gross, but realising that there was a reason i had put ben folds t-shirt into pyjama draw all those weeks ago - even though T says it was lazyness that i chuck everything there, i now know better)
09:02 wake up. cannot remember dream. good thing. get up. feel better.