(diaryland) May 13, 2001 - 1:19 p.m.

I'M SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK.

I got one of those illnesses that makes you complain and there's nothing particularly wrong about you. There's no rash, no raspy voice. My throat is a little bit sore, I'm tired, and I'm a wee bit achey. But mostly, I'm really complainey and that's how you can tell I'm sick. I'm really, really sick. I invited some people over to watch a silly movie but I complained about how sick I was and then went to sleep pretty early on in the film. Being a good sick host is hard.

I'M SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK. Don't listen to me.