I have malaria again.
Yesterday I lay on the couch, thinking I would die of body ache and fever/chills. I watched two reruns of Oprah, which made me feel even more like dying.
I feel a little better today, but still have a fever. I lay on the couch, sweating and watching the 2006 World's Strongest Man competition, then Titanic in French, then yesterday's Twins game.
Luckily I had comfort food. The birthday package my parents sent included packets of cheese sauce mix, so I made four cheese pasta yesterday and parma rosa pasta today. I promptly 'rhea-ed them out, but at least they tasted dee-lish.
Dude, fuck malaria.
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