weird thing happened yesterday evening. i'd been feeling really good, getting on with things at work and generally sensing that all was right with the world, when suddenly my energy bottomed out and i was tired and listless and not great. by the time i got home i knew i had a high temperature. it rocketed really quickly, i took paracetamol to take the edge off, cos i don't know about you, but i just can't stand the shakes, and that feeling of ants under your skin. i went from freezing cold, shivering and shaking at 10pm, to sweating like a pig (i bet pigs don't even sweat... moments later: according to wikipedia, pigs don't have functional sweat glands. they cite their source too, so even my cynical-regarding-all-things-wikipedian brain is tempted to accept that. so what's the deal with that expression?) and thrashing about at 5am. horrendous. so i stayed at home today and mostly slept, trying to let me body deal with whatever it is dealing with. i've no idea what that might be. i have a sore throat, but nothing bad enough to warrant a temperature of 38.5.
this evening boo is out running the jpmorgan chase corporate challenge, so i'm alone. listening to devendra banhart, who's a very hairy, evidently unhinged - in that genius meets madness kind of way - individual who makes beautiful music with unsettling lyrics, which i first heard thanks to stuart maconie's freak zone, our sunday dinner cooking music. his hallucinogenic lyrics are quite apt today. i've eaten a punnet of cherries and am now debating whether to have a smoothie or a salad for dinner. do i fancy washing up? no. i'll just have a bath instead.
