So Sat nite I went to Ali's and we met up with the crew at Club Caprice by the theater district. Had the WORST time ever! It was a sketch Euro club with skeezy Euro -trash men but we went b/c we could get in for free and we knew Bu and crew would be there.....the best part of the night was me drunk chatting up the cabbie (cuz they all screamed NOT SHOTGUN) about how many tickets he's gotten, how many wrecks he's been in, if he has insurance and if he's watched Taxicab Confessions.....

Yesterday I came home, took a shower then laid on the couch for football when all of a sudden I started shaking and took my temp to find it was 103.5 ...I've never seen that without someome being dead! So I took Tylenol and It went down to 101.7 then around 9-10 at night it jacked right back up to 103.7 this time! So I hate docs and hosptials more than that next guy but I'm like fine, let's go....1) because I didn't want to have a seizure and die in my sleep and 2) to get my mother off my back. SO after an hour and a half of waiting for doc to finish his pizza and see me (I could smell it on his breath) he dishcharged me not knowing what the hell was wrong with me. I had some symptoms but not all to make it one single thing. So now i'm just waiting to see if something develops or it just goes away on it's own.....Today I'm feeling a little better but I can't get that damn fever under 101!!! And i'm not a hypochondriac but as of tonight I have a sore throat and a little cough.....I was never sick in FL! Fucking MA weather!