Sacred Haven of Debauchery

39.9 was a month ago, and the first night of the illness was the worst night in a very long time. I went to bed at seven in the evening, waking up every three hours, half-delirious, tossing and turning, and having difficulty breathing. At one point, I even had the thought – what if I just threw myself at someone, to their delight? Or, less likely, to their sorrow?
But 38 is not a problem to overcome.