Thursday, November 22, 2001

Felt worse today than I did yesterday. Got up and visited mother, father and niece for a little bit, then came back home, ate a some soup, and crawled back into bed. I sure hope this passes by tomorrow. I'm cold. I'm miserable. I want to finish the current short story, which will probaby happen anyway. That's why I have the visor with the keyboard, after all.

And it helps that I can see the end of the story, too. Almost there, in fact. Fun stuff. I needed fun stuff.

Happy T-Day to all those who celebrate it.

And remember one important thing -- You are what you eat.

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