Well, today was my birthday; I'm 22 now, and I've been sick since sometime last week. I was originally planning on setting up some sort of dinner thing for last Friday but somehow I became completely incapable of sending e-mail to the people I wanted to send e-mail to, which turned out to be for the best because I was getting too sick by Friday evening to have done anything with anyone. I spent the weekend running a moderate fever and lying in bed. The Liz came over and force fed me water and Tylenol while we watched movies and TV shows on my computer. In the end, I spent most of my birthday in bed, watching the BBC show Coupling, dehydrated and with poor body temperature control.
Whatever, I'm 22 now and I've got a bottle full of penicillin, so hopefully I'll be ok in a little while.