WTF, mate? What's this, low-grade fever on and off for a month, elevated white blood cell counts every single time I get blood drawn, with absolutely no outward explaination (if I've got an infection somewhere, it's an awfully quiet one)... and now I'm realizing that the reason I'm so warm all the time and wake up all sweaty and overheated is not because my mother has the heat on (well, that might have something to do with it - crazy woman, it's 80 degrees out), but rather because I - yet again - have a fever of about 100ish. Which is uncomfortably warm for someone whose temp is generally rather low. This whole thing also means I'm sleeping - a lot - and getting nothing done, which pisses my mother right off, and can barely motivate myself to exercise five minutes a day, which pisses me off.
Gabriel will probably suspect cancer, but he suspects cancer when I get a papercut. It's always his first thought. "I like my socks today." "Sounds like cancer!"
He is such a little ray of sunshine.
The weather here is a bit... well, I think 'confused' is probably the word. The first robin of spring showed up at around December 15th, and then vanished again for our Christmas Eve snow. Since then we've had a lovely cycle of days in the 60's and 70's, slowly increasing to the 80's for a while, then... COLD FRONT WOOOSH, back down to 40-50. It's roller-coaster weather. Such fun!
Tomorrow is that LJ Rabbit Hole... thing, wherein you are supposed to post utter nonsense in hopes of making life a little more surreal for everyone in honor of Lewis Carroll's birthday, or some such. I doubt I will be participating. My life is surreal enough for me, and being purposely wacky is exhausting and always comes off crap anyway.