At least, that's what it looked like after the I changed the OJ-puke-stained sheets on the bed, and after I managed to extract myself from the four-hour stint of being E's pillow. I think her fever might be breaking. I just hope she doesn't wake up at 10pm, ready to party. She may be getting some good rest today, but her parents are working on 3 nights of negligible sleep. I want to write something witty here...but I think witty went on strike after 2 nights.