Temperature party

So it's Friday night and New Years is coming up and I'm young and free in Cambodia and yet I'm lying on my couch feeling crapola. B drops in to tell me of his crappy state too. A friend M left a whole of his things with B before returning to the States and among these was a thermometre. B and I spent about two hours taking our temperatures, drinking modified hot toddies, texting doc and bitching to each other about how crappy we felt. Misery sure does love company.