13 November Sick sick. Kaff kaff kaff. Deathly ill. High fever. Chills. The room is spinning... Okay, so it's just a cold, and my spiking a fever means precisely nothing, since I do that at the drop of a germ, and I'm all cuddled under my quilt, so the chills aren't really bothering me. I used up an entire box of kleenex yesterday between 10a and 11p. I'm on the mucus diet, I'm losing about ten pounds of snot every few hours and will be thin and lovely (and dry as a haddock) in a few days. That's how Kate Moss keeps her girlish figure, you know. An intense head cold. It's the next big weight-loss trend after bulimia and anorexia, you know. So be cool, don't stick your finger down your throat (it's so 1987), share germs instead! Okay, it's just possible I'm a little delirious. I'm going to have some hot chocolate and go back to sleep. Preferably after finishing it. Today's horoscope: Today, the old and the new may seem to be vying for attention in your approach to sensuality. Take the best from both worlds! One year ago today: "I feel like this day has been pounding me like a mallet." * Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow * E-Mail Whole new way of looking at life by: Michael Moore! This page was written by hand. My hand. Only pussies use HTML editors. Last Updated Sat 13 November 13:19:09 1999