These past few weeks have brought some very good stuff, some pretty bad stuff, and some really good news with it. At the end of the first week I was tired, worn out and sick. The dubious diet of veggies and fruit that I had put myself on was no hit, although my weight did stoop as anticipated. Unfortunately, so did my health and my energy level, and I guess in the end I’d rather be a happy chubster than a svelte sicko. I spent the 3-day weekend in my room, playing new electronica from Dave while drinking tea and reading “Self-Loathing for Beginners”, a book that frequently triggered a sickly chuckle from my sore throat, sending the mucus up and down in a ticklish way. Every laughter ended with me leaning over the bed, coughing
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