urk.

my tonsils are the size of ping-pong balls.

temperature 98.4.  (which is 36.8 for those of you who insist on the metric system, and is the equivalent for me of 99.8/37.7 on a person whose body temperature was normally normal.)

fucking freshers.  (actually i don't think i picked it up from them -- but they're as convenient a scapegoat as any, right?)  i wonder if there is chloraseptic throat spray in this country, and if so, if anyone will bring me some.

dream theater

fever dreams last night.  i finally got to sleep about 2:30 am, and i know i woke up around 5, and probably again before 8, though i didn't actually get up until close to noon.  i had dreams in which i was definitely engaged to someone who had two brothers i hadn't met before.  we were unpacking the car and they thought their brother had chosen well.  (egoboost in dream form:  a positive thing.  [g])  there may have been a sister, as well, or a female cousin, or something; i remember someone other than me was getting dressed up for a fancyish dinner out somewhere.  and i'd turned my claddagh ring around to face down, of course.

temperature's better today, but my head is stuffy.  urgh.

a joke i'd never heard before, that was actually funny

So the president is getting briefed about some sort of major disaster, and the numbers of casualties.  Six Japanese people were killed, four Russians, at least two Germans, etc., etc. -- and he's going Okay, okay, taking note of all this, but not reacting particularly strongly -- until he hears that three Brazilian people were killed as well in the incident, and he's absolutely horrified.  Oh my god!  That's terrible!

And while everyone is wondering what on Earth makes these victims so different from those victims, the president leans over to his chief of staff and ( whispers: )