the daze is bright, & filled with pain

I'm still sick. If this's a cold, it should be better by now; if something more, I have to wait until Monday to have some antibiotics phoned in.

It almost seems worse than yesterday. Trish had her appointment with Charlene then, & she agrees: the dildo must go.

I ate a sandwich & some soup for lunch. Like today, I don't feel up to going to the soup kitchen.

Trish mostly just tried to take care of me yesterday. She even cooked some sketti.

Her chore last nite was to clean Ula-tek's cage, however, it busted when we tried to reassemble it, so Friendly Fred wired it back together. Beyond Battlestar Galactica, I slept well, until 7:00. This's 'cause I'm sick, though.

All I'm doing today is watching movies.

Until tomorrow, it's just some other time.