The Shivers

It's hot outside and I have the shivers. I think I ate something just straight up wrong - I woke up in the middle of the night with the spit squirting along my gums like I was going to puke - but luckily I kept it all down.

I haven't thrown up in a long, long time, and I have no desire to start doing so now.

But the creepy thing about having a fever/stomach flu (because I think that's what I have) in the middle of the summer is that you don't know how to dress. At least with a winter fever, you can just huddle under your blankets and throw them off when you start sweating under them, but with a summer fever, you're sort of confused once you get to the hot side of the hot/cold flashes.

For the first time in my life, I took a shower while going through a shivering moment. It was so bizarre. The water was scorching hot (even though I only had it on lukewarm) and I had goosebumps all over the place. Very contradictory, and very unpleasant.

The cold section of the supermarket was equally as uncomfortable. But in the opposite way.

On a wholly unrelated note: I walked out my front door and there were ponies in my street. Just hanging out.