Good morning!

I am sure you will all be glad to know that I do not have the hamthrax (as many people have called it). Mostly I just had some severe chills (that Advil easily knocked out for however long that particular dose lasted, although they would then come back pretty strongly) and pronounced fatigue, but no actual fever (or if I did, it was very low--I didn't actually take my temperature). I knew I was sick, though, when I was too tired to go downstairs and write (type), even though I was full of ideas. I even tried to read, but kept falling asleep. Woe. And then I woke up today and the sun was blazing through the windows and I felt FANTASTIC. A little weak, and I'll probably pass out again this afternoon, but: FANTASTIC. So I am, in fact, downstairs right now trying to work on the Harry Potter thing a bit more, and if I'm very good, I'll let myself work on my new story idea. Oh, and on a new doll thing.