I used to be proud of the fact that I'd never had the measles, the mumps or chickenpox. That wasn't the case this morning. My joke about my bra having chickenpox suddenly didn't seem quite as cute or funny. It seems that the spots ended up on my chest, arms and legs. 4 days before my concert. I do remember the last time the Shihad concert was on I became sick with a fever on the day. I'm so damn itchy. My gland is swollen and sore. I'm shivering but I'm hot. If I get warm then I itch more. I can't win. ----- Ha. I think I know whats worse. Having Chickenpox and Glandular Fever. My luck has just gone out the window. I would have preferred to have the chickenpox, that way they'll be gone in a few weeks. I could handle putting off my birthday just a little, but now.. Argh. I'm wide awake at 3 am. This is where I wish Brendon or Jim were here so we could go to Denny's like we joked about. Actually I think the worst thing is when your boyfriend makes excuses for not coming to see you when you're sick and unable to really move. I even offered to pay. Charming.