I'm a little portable radiator

I knew something was wrong with me last night. I had been moping around in a dressing gown all day and had been unable to get excited about anything at all, even really amazing things like getting MD5 checks on a PHP page working. It was most obvious when I decided I wanted to go to bed early, and couldn't stop shivering no matter how many covers I piled up around me. To distract myself, I played a bit of The Fool's Errand (which quadralien has been trying to get me to play for ages) and then went to sleep with some difficulty.

I woke up at 2am with a dry throat, and just for a change, I was burning up all over. Lying in a half-asleep daze for a while, I had a sickmare involving The Fool's Errand, some sort of Japanese RPG-type scenario involving Kim Jong Il heating up the world, being rushed to hospital, and watching a raven eat something on the windowsill. I considered going through to the kitchen and rubbing an ice cube on my face just to see if it would actually sizzle, but decided that splashing myself with cold water would probably be enough.

Having done that, I drank another full glass of water to try and get some sort of cooling working again, and stumbled back through to the bedroom to find some cold medicine as my nose was blocked. I came back and took the pill, then turned to the sink and violently and noisily vomited my four cheese pizza into it.

(Warning: The previous paragraph contains disturbing imagery and should not be read under any circumstances.)

Having woken Whitney up, I went back to bed and boiled for a while before moving to the chair by the window, and eventually the sofa in the living room, where I eventually got to sleep. When I opened my eyes again I thought that it was about seven in the morning, but then Whitney came through and told me that it was already noon.

I'm feeling a bit better now, but overall it wasn't one of my better nights.