Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Day one of no roommate as I sit answering emails, listening to Beethoven and making fresh bread for dinner.

If only my stomach didn't feel like it was halfway up my throat.
And I think my head might actually feel better if I resort to old-style bloodletting. You know, they're bringing back the maggots for wound-healing. Who's to say that Phlebotomy was wrong?

...10 mins later...
You'd think I'd know by now.
Fresh bread with real butter can cure anything. Perhaps I should record my clinical trials and publish my manifesto.

SARK would be proud.

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