...well, at least that was what my brain was trying to tell me last night.

So my sister came down with some stomach virus on Christmas Day, and she passed it to me. Well, it didn't hit until yesterday, but when it did, it hit me HARD. I was out. No strength to even move, my stomach was doing acrobatics, and it was liquid out both ends. Yeah, maybe TMI, but still.

So I tried watching Captain America last night (because Chris Evans is such a stud in that movie ), but only got about an hour in before my pounding head made me give up and go to bed. That was at 10:00PM.

So around rolls 1:00AM, and I've been tossing myself around in my bed left and right nonstop. So finally I go to my mom and ask if I can take a shower, and she said go for it. So I slept in the shower for about an hour, then got out and went back to bed. And I even felt better for a while.

The weird thing was, the entire time from 10PM till about 6AM, there was a part of me that was saying "You are fucking Captain America. Go save people." And so I kept having minor hallucinations where there were buildings in my bed that needed to be destroyed by the awesomeness of the Cap'n. And ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS BEING CAPTAIN AMERICA. I couldn't even TRY to think about ponies or anything else: only the red, white, and blue.

So, uh, yeah. That was my night. Lotsa fun.

- Kolth