I might be dying.

I cannot sleep. I'm having chills in tropical monsoon weather which is not a good sign. I am also trying very hard not to vomit. In my delirium of twilight sleep a few minutes ago, I somehow convinced myself that it was my job to stop feeling nauseated so that someone could get a nausea contract through.
Sarah has graciously shared her gallon plastic bags if it should come to it, as it is still pouring outside as it is wont to do most nights here.
I don't think I could want to go home any more than right now. If I don't make it, (insert histrionicity here) I hope that Andy and my family know how much I love them.