4 August 2003
Trying out for the Walker Brothers
This is not good. I can barely move, I can't keep my eyes open, and my temperature is holding right around 100.
Yet there's no chance in hell I'll be able to sleep tonight, no matter how much fatigue I may seem to have. I'm thinking that maybe it's time to readjust all those dosages again. Or something.
Then again, I can always blame it on work. "Seven and a half hours into the day, and look at me! I tell you, this place makes people sick."
(Update, 3:50 pm: Well, at least it's probably not flesh-eating bacteria. And if it is, they'll die of excessive engorgement.)