Well, what a day... i wake up, and seem to have been blessed with chickenpox overnight... not so bad at first, mostly on my thighs... then over the next few hours, it spreads all over my body. Disgustingly itchy, of course, and i have no idea what it is or where it came from. Obviously no party happening at my house tonight! Go to the doctor in the afternoon, after walking around downtown feeling entirely miserable and unattractive. Apparently it's not chickenpox or measles. But maybe Rubella, so i need a bloodtest to ascertain that. Urgh - needles. I get prescribes some antihistamines, which seem to help after a while... but now i'm just feeling miserable... it's New Year's eve... we were going to have a mild party, with some friends, Alex & co... but now... Rupert's gone to see FOTR again, by himself (ok, it was my suggestion but then i didn't really want to go see it again so soon, esp if i'm going to go see it with Lex and Cush soon, and maybe Melda and Ross...) and i'm going to be home alone. The guys are home, but all on their computers. Nothing social forthcoming there, methinks. And to top it all off, Rupert has my book in his bag... so i don't have anything to read. Last night i was expecting today to be fun and enjoyable... now it's crap. Very crap.