HomeFebruary 6, 1997
I woke up this morning feeling sick as the proverbial dog. I lost my breakfast before I even ate any breakfast. I ventured out for coffee and a cinnamon roll - figuring I was just hungry and caffeine deprived and dehydrated. Drank about a quart of water. Talked to Ned briefly though i can't remember about what. Drove home. Lost the breakfast. Went to bed.
Next thing I know it's about 3 in the afternoon and Nikki is knocking on my door to tell me she's not lost this time. I don't make tea. We talk briefly. I go back to bed.
I wake up with chills. I wrap 2 blankets around me so I look like a sausage.
Back to bed.