The Plague

Yesterday afternoon I said "you know, I have kind of a sore throat". Since then I've definitely come down with the plague.

Last night I woke up at roughly two-hour intervals feeling like I was a) choking on my own mucus or b) sufffering from massive burns on my face and various dank spaces inside my head I'd rather not be aware of. Believe me, it was even more unsavoury in first person. I also had an incredibly intricate dream that was about something being done in recursive parts. Maybe it would have revolutionised something, but I forgot it while moaning in the shower.

Sorry, guys. I won't be doing anything except drinking apple juice and listenening to Fourtet for a while. Because that's how we treat sickness where I'm from.

Some beeps and string-type noises, I suppose