09 April 2003


The sickness continues unabated, and I felt like utter ass last night when I got home. I was spent. I cooked some pork chops for dinner, then went upstairs to lie down, dinner uneaten. I yanked off my clothes and went to sleep by eight-thirty.

I woke up this morning dry-mouthed and tangled in the covers, but rested and feeling the best I have in a week. I did blow some terrifying things out of my nose, though. I'm really sick.