This number brings us up to yesterday – I haven’t actually written anything today yet.
I am still sick in that I am coughing. I am quite weak – standing for any length of time is quite difficult. I keep trying to clean up the kitchen and I honestly can’t stand that long. The horror that is my internal workings continues unabated. I’ve never suffered from this extensive a disinclination to eat when I wasn’t actually running a temperature in my whole life. I literally can look at nourishing food, and my body rejects the idea of eating it. I can force myself to eat rice, have maybe one piece of leftover chicken tikka, and drink sweet tea with lemon since there’s no milk in the house and I don’t have it together to get more. I thought about ordering a pizza last night but the idea of paying for it and then just staring at it for a while was too much. I got up and ate three tiny chunks of chicken, forced down some spearmint tea, and went back to bed. Thus the continued chaos. I was eating ice cream but I think it made things a lot worse.
Jeff seems to have escaped the worst of it thank goodness.
I DON’T believe it. Other earthlike planets exist, and his calculations are wrong-o, me bucko.
