I casually made a wish to fall sick, and now that I'm actually undergoing a fever and terrible multiple rounds of diarrhea, I think I'll stick to being in the pinkest of health. Consolations about these past few days are that Jerome took meticulous care of me and that the wisdom teeth extraction is materializing this coming Friday. Jerome actually kept himself up the whole night sponging me with iced water. This is definitely the first of anyone doing that, other than my mum, who has retired from doing that since I'm too old for Mummy to be doing that for me.

Off to the bed again. The internet's not doing my fever or stomach much good.