Falling into bed at 11:30, exhausted and feeling funny... then not really waking up at 1:30am, staying in a sort of infinite loop nightmare, unable to fall asleep. Hot and cold at the same time, so there's no such thing as comfort... spending the next 6 hours getting into bed, out of bed, sleeping on couches of varying comfort levels, feeling good with the cold couch next to my skin, then feeling very, very cold the next minute...

And then spending the rest of the morning sick in ways I will not describe here, napping here and there but unable to really fall asleep for fear of... yeah. anyway.

Ugh. There are times I hate my body. This is definitely one of those.