I am alive. I ended up being at the hospital until 7am. My fever was out of control. After tests all they could come up with is flu but the doctors were puzzled as there wasn't any flu going around. Except that I've come to find out a bunch of people I know are sick, too. Maybe some combination of the travel and the flood and all that wore me out where it's just hit me worst of all. In the past few days I've been a complete zombie. I remember being this sick once before, with bronchitis as an eight year old.

One of the great things though is that I have terrible sleeping problems and for the first time in months I've been sleeping for fun. Just lying down and sleeping cause I want to and enjoying being asleep, reveling in dreams. How'd I forget how to do that? It's been months since I did that. The funny thing now is that instead of water dreams, I'm having fire dreams. People hand me notes on paper that go up in a burst of flame right after I read them. Fever dreams. My good idea: sleep for fun sometime.