I knew it

I knew that I was getting sick.

I woke up this morning at the ungodly hour of 5 (on the dot) and couldn't go back to sleep. Around 6 I finally went downstairs to take my temperature and take some nyquil. (Have I ever mentioned my relationship with nyquil? We go way back. We're like this.) So anyway, my temperature turned out to be 100.2 and it went down within an hour of turning on the tv.

Since then, I feel a lot better than this morning but I haven't progressed much since then. I feel almost exactly how I did an hour ago, and an hour before then, and the hour before that.

Well, I have to go take some more medicine now.