Friday, February the 6th, 2004

I “went to sleep” at some 10ish last evening. Spent all my time tossing and turning. It wasn’t noise. It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t caffeine. I was just… disturbed to say the least. Anyway, I attempt this till some 3 AM and I can’t take it anymore. I wake and start jotting down a couple of letters. It worked. Within an hour I was peaceful and finally to sleep.

Woke “early” (by the sleep time standards) with extreme body ache, my head was killing me and my throat decided to spontaneously sympathetically fail. Dragged myself to the shower. And an hour of steam later, I can move.

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