I just took my latest dose of antibiotics and although it's trying very hard to come out both ends at once (isn't THAT a pleasant image?) I'm at least not hallucinating right now and the fever is down to just over 100.

I'm listening to "Mad World" over and over again - it's been playing in my head so damned much that it's almost a relief to actually hear it, not just dream it. My entire life seems to use this one song as a soundtrack now.

Throat hurts a lot, still. There's still an entire bath set shoved into my sinuses, judging from the pressure. However, I no longer get a bloody nose each time I sneeze and I'm no longer seeing technicolor lizards instead of people so I think overall I'm improving.

Tomorrow I get my painkillers refilled and I'll be diving back into la-la land, no doubt, although I will try to be sober-ish for a while since Caleb is *poing* Flying Up For The Holidays!

His boss sprung for a round-trip ticket so Cal's gonna get to be here over the Fourth, which rocks. It'll be good to have at least one of my boys for company; I've been really scared over the last few days.

Sunday... let me say now that the lizards-in-the-bar scene in "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" has NOTHING on me with a serious fever and a bit too much nyquil. It was freaky. I drew on a lot of people, yes, and enjoyed it, but it would have been nicer if I was certain they were all human and all real - I'm fairly sure at least one of the people I thought I drew on wasn't really there. *blinks*

It's a mad world...

...I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I ever had...

...no, STILL not doing anything stupid. Just... ow. Things hurt, right now. These moments of sobriety aren't really worth while - they only ensure I'm conscious to feel the pain and awake to ache. I could do without that, I think.

I'm outa here - it's been swell, but the swelling's gone down and I need a nap.

Dream of me, kiddies...