ooooo. Inside my stomach and intestines viral infection rages. It’s probably a stomach flu. The symptoms I looked up match. I feel so frail and weak. Poor bloated delicate stomach.

Been on the couch all day. Watched some Saturday morning cartoons. Then Fight Club. Then Fight Club with the actor commentary. Now it’s playing with the author, screenwriter commentary. I tried reading The Idiot but just got to Chapter four. All the blood is working on the stomach and the brain is deprived.

A****‘s such a hopeless infatuation. I feel she’s tied to her husband the way ******’s tied to me. On Friday afternoon I was starting to feel queasy and burned out. As a consequence I missed a fantastic opportunity to come up with a dazzling and suggestive answer to her question, “Do you ever dream of your coworkers?”. Instead, my deadpan reply was, “No. When I dream it’s total darkness. I go to bed then I wake up.” An uncalculated and exhausted honest reply. Such a blown chance. Plus I bet she had something good to share. I hate TV and being sick.