"fever dreams are wierd" or "comfortably numb"

So i awoke this morning with my fever finally broken. Well, it wasn't really morning but it was for me. Thanks to lynn for getting my bike out of my car when i was too woozy to. Anyway, i have already been sick once this year (also when i was about to go see martin) coincidence?. I remember when i was young i used to get these healthy, recuperative fevers. i had the chills and a little dizzyness, kind of like being stoned. All in all it wasn't a terribly uncomfortable experience, that is if you had enough blankets. You would freeze whenever you had to go to the bathroom and maybe you felt like you were going to pass out a little whenever you stood up. Then you would rush back to bed where it was warm and no physical exertion was required and you would fall asleep till mom or dad came home from work to make the call whether you would go to school the next day. Then would come the blessed relief of the sweats that let you know the white blood cells had emerged triumphant and you would live to battle another cold. I yearn for those days. For one thing i never give myself enough time to recover from illnesses and i always push my self to hard in between. This time i gave in right away. When i thought i might make it to school today i had to force my self to accept 1)that i could barely stand up, and 2)that it's not fair to put myself into the microbial incubator that is a classroom environment when all these other people have much busier lives than that they cannot afford to be kept from. Also, and more intensly i miss those minor childhood fevers. Now when i get sick i feel like someone has placed me in the oven at 375 to bake for 9 to 10 hours. I go right passed the chills and into a high fever stage where i'm so hot it hurts and my skull becomes a saucepot for my brain. It is just one of those subtle ways nature reminds me that no matter how immature i may still feel, i am gettin old. Blech. Did i mention that on saturday i turn 29. I will not waste screen by pondering how i remember being 21 and how old 29 seemed (though i do) or how i imagined i'd be married by now and maybe even a mother, certainly making more money (yes, even i fantasized about marriage) or any of the other cliche's people spout as the twenties slip by. What i will say is how young 21 seems now, and how immature they are and i was, how much i dig my life and how things ended up and how i wouldn't trade 29 for 21 for all the indie clout in portland. ( i was trying to think of a currency all could relate to- hence indie clout). Hope all can make it out at some point on mi cumpleanos.