seventhe: (Rosa: pray)
I get really high on fevers. Not pleasant enjoyable drunk high: just that my body does really weird things. I can't walk straight. I eat six meals, or eat nothing. Words come out of my mouth backwards. I wander around the house. If they get bad enough, I hallucinate. My eyeballs get hot; the feeling of your eyes being hot, your eyelids actually hot against your eye when you blink? Yeah. it's inexplicably strange. Even on drugs, my body feels queer, like it isn't all there. I feel dumb. Like something isn't working right.

So when I'm sick - right now, still sporting a fever of 100F under the grand influence of Tylenol - I usually park myself down on the nearest couch or bed and try not to move. Even walking makes it worse. I read books because as long as I can still make out the words, I'm okay. A year or two ago I had a fever of 104F - which technically, view it as a fever of 105 since my normal/healthy body temperature is a full degree low - and I legitimately couldn't read. The words all became letters, and they were all out of order and in other languages and my hot eyes couldn't read them. I hallucinated my way to the doctor's office and I never want to do that again. So reading books is my test. Not only is it distracting, but it tells me when I am getting bad enough that I need to have someone take me to a clinic. I also take my temperature A lot, because I don't trust that 104. Thermometers and reading books.

Today has been a REALLY COOL DAY, if you want to know.

I'm not even sure I could write; my fingers feel like glue. My brain feels like bananas. I don't think I want to try. Even starting up FF8 is somehow daunting.

THIS IS THE BEST VACATION
seventhe: (Squall: dammit)
OH FUCKING HELL I FORGOT THE WORST PART ABOUT SHUTDOWN WEEK. THE PART WHERE BECAUSE THERE IS NO STEAM IN OUR FUCKING BUILDING WE DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING HEAT. AND WITHOUT ANY FUCKING HEAT THE AIR CIRCULATION SYSTEM JUST BELCHES COLD FUCKING AIR BECAUSE NO ONE CAN TURN IT OFF OR DOWN BECAUSE I AM SURROUNDED BY FUCKING ROBOTARD COCKFACES. AND MY OFFICE IS IN A LAB, AND GOD FUCKING FORBID WE CARE ABOUT THE LABS BECAUSE ONLY HOBOS SIT IN THERE.

MY OFFICE IS 57 DEGREES, GUYS. 57 FUCKING DEGREES.

AND IT'S GETTING COLDER!

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT. SERIOUSLY. NO, SERIOUSLY. I WILL NOT DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT TODAY. I AM GOING THE FUCK HOME.

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