I've reached that bizarre moment in being sick where discomfort is emulating the physical sensation of guilt. What the hell...?

I'm hungry. Nothing seems to fill me or taste right. I can tell my cheeks are flushed. An hour or so ago my nose was dripping to the extent that I would fail to catch it in time (ick!). ...The bodily discomfort isn't so bad; what about this is translating into an emotional thing?

Probably best to just go to bed. Tomorrow the world will be OK again. It's just me.