Sick Day

I rarely get sick, and yet here I am, under the weather, suffering from fever and sore throat and probably sore muscles, though that might be from Saturday's snowboarding. Whatever the case, my parents returned from dinner last night to find me lying listless on the sofa, perturbed by what would seem like a slight fever. But I have always had a low core temperature--my reptilian superpower--but now that it has been disturbed, my immune system fights to regain the throne and restore order, sidelining my mental and physical capabilites to reboot, meaning on all accounts that I cannot write cohesively and will not go to karate.