Friday, July 12, 2002

I'm ill. I'm not terribly surprised by this. I could feel it coming on for the last few days, but kept pretending it was just a bad mood. I slept today. I slept a lot. Got up. Fixed dinner. Ate. Slept again. I'm not even going to pretend that I'll get a lot of work done today. I don't care.

At least the weather is cooler. I would hate to feel this way and be so miserably hot at the same time.

I don't want to think about writing. But that's what got me up, of course.

This is not posting. Test...

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