Woke up really early this morning, at like, 8 a.m. Even when I was asleep I knew I had fever. I like wrapping myself in my blanket, like really tight, with the air-con turned on at 22 degrees celsius. Last night (or this morning, whatever) it was so hot in my blanket, and when I get it off me, it was so cold. So yeah. Bad night.
I hate being sick on weekends. What's the point?