Wow, I'm up to 101 degrees. It's funny, I thought I was getting feverish because when I was laying in bed taking my two hour long nap I was cold (I did have really awesome dreams blending the imagery of Nausicäa and the story of The Blue Sword, which I appreciated highly). The room had to be 75°, warm by Seattle standards, and yet my hands and feet felt ice cold even after I wrapped to polartec blankets around me as tightly as I could. Now I'm wearing sweats and a fleece over a tshirt and I'm still cold, even with socks on. I just wish the DVD player was hooked up so I could watch Chicago finally.