With the lights out it's less dangerous

I'm home from work. I got a nosebleed from the heat, and was going to be sick, and it wasn't yet the hottest part of the day. I feel sad and lame, although I know intellectually that I'm not.
Better now--home and in a dark room, watching Moulin Rouge and crying and drinking lots of water.
And playing with the fuzzy short hairs on the back of my neck.