I'm alive. Actually, given how the overnight fever didn't dissipate, it felt more like something dislodged, I guess I should get it checked.
What finally woke me from catatonia was loud knocking on my front door. Nothing more confusing then waking from bizarre fever induced dreams to what appears to be angry banging sounds. By the time I got there, it all turned out to be a Fedex guy, who left the usual "not home" post-it note. Frak, wasn't expecting anything delivered.
So, being in this bizarro state, I had some water, checked my temperature and wandered the web. Watching Yhatzee murder some game in his reviews has always been good for my mood, so here it is :D Knack is whack! WAC is whack.... yeah. I think I will need more meds.