"Weird. Maggie gave me Motrin. I still feel weird and kinda yucky.. but now I am less distracted by it. Awesome. However, my choice of clothing based on how cold I was this morning is proving to be sorely misguided. It is so hot in here. I am sweating. Not good. I feel like I�m in a chick-lit book. The Girl With The Misguided Wardrobe In The Temperature Controlled Room. Chapter 8: Clammy Hands Are Not Dandy."