Fluting on no sleep

Well, not no sleep.  I got about...3 hours of sleep.  Ish.

I was too cold all night.  

And now I'm pretty darned sick.

And I am running on 3 hours of sleep.

And I have to play my flute and piccolo.  Professionally.

I feel dead.  Very dead.  

My cold has moved to my nose, throat, and chest.  I can't breath perfectly.  Yet hear I am.  About to play my piccolo.

I want to die.

Or sleep.

Sleep preferably.  

I miss snuggling up to people to fall asleep on couches during movies.