Monday, November 01, 2004


Today I was sick as a dog... I'd slept from 3-10:30 am, drop my friend off at the airport, and proceeded to have a terrible bout of the runs. I thought I had a fever too... but all I did was sleep, and feel icky. It's been hard taking care of Yvette and me today.

This is when I want my mother, big time. When we were physically sick is when we got the most attention from her (she was a registered nurse)... and right now I sure in the hell wish some of that rubbed off on me. But I guess calling her in India wouldn't be a good idea, just because I have a case of diarrhea.

I feel awful. Time for immodium and ginger ale.