I caught a different strain earlier this week and by yesterday actually felt like I was going to explode from fever. It was terrible of me, but Masquerade Ball was last night and because I'd spent so much money on my dress and mask, I figured I had to go anyway. I didn't completely regret this decision, so that's good enough for me.
I just got kicked out of screenwriting for coughing too much, and now have all this spare time on my hands. I'm still accepting prompts over here.