Still sick as a dog. (I wonder where that idiom originated?) Taking on lots of water, lots of Gatorade. Letting off lots of water, lots of Gatorade, but not through the typical channels. Misery city. Fever at 103 most of Monday night, down to 101 around Tuesday noon at which time the interval between bowl games lengthened to about an hour (and tapered off completely around 4 pm).
Slept for short bursts. About 9 pm I put on some pants and a shirt and went to the concierge desk and got a little box of Special K to eat dry (with multiple glasses of water and Gatorade). Fell asleep about midnight.
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