Phew, that’s better. My sudden and brutal headache has finally gone, after 36 hours, and I have just awoken from a dream in which the Honcho was doing nothing more sinister than playing board games, one can hardly imagine a more innocent and less disturbing state of affairs. So thank you, brain, for ceasing to fuck with me, I really did not need that when I was feeling ill.
Bah. I feel weak. I am going to make coffee and at some point today I will attempt to go out for a walk. I still weigh 138 lbs.