When you're sick and have called in to work, things to do:
1. Sleep.
2. Christmas shop online.
3. Watch Love Actually on repeat - cuz holiday cheer is in this year.
4. Sleep some more.
5. Read The Count of Monte Cristo, because reading modern smut was soooooooooo summer of 2004.
5. Sleep some more, then wake up and decide you need to be a screenwriter because all the eff'ed up, detailed dreams you've been having that have included buttered popcorn, several male roommates, baby orange tabby kittens, and fish net stockings should be put to good use.
I guess this means I'm not really over the fever thing yet, am I?
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I definitely think your reaching the hallucinations stage, but I still think you should write that screenplay! Or alternatively have more hot soup.