Gah. I woke up at seven. Well, actually, I'd been awake for four hours or so, lying in bed in a rejuvinative state, and simply chose to get out of bed and go take some pills at seven. Last night I thought I felt almost completely better. I think my symptoms decided to wear off for awhile so I could eat something, but it's good to know I won't die of starvation now. I'm getting better. I've still got the sore throat, swollen lymph nodes, and that godawful split lip which is very slowly healing, but I think most of my fever, my headache, dizziness and whatnot is gone. I want to see Larkin today. I can't wait.