I have one.

Ever since Monday I’ve been plagued by the unholy trinity of throbby-head, inexplicable fatigue, and sore-throat. I keep dropping off for long stretches of time after sitting down, and every time I bend over to dry my hair or pick something up it feels like a painful ectoplasm is filling my skull cavity. Since as you will recall I was ill just last month, this must be the universe’s way of making up my several sick-free years to me. How thoughtful of it. FYI, it’s no fun being sick when Ross is not around to mollycoddle me.

After a bit of a dry spell, I did receive two inquiries today about work and am feeling good about that. Good, but nervous, because I can’t take on both things and it’s possible I’ll have to decide which one to commit to before knowing enough about either. And we all know how much I like uncertainty. Wait, maybe I’m the only one who knows how much I like uncertainty. (Hint: I don’t.) In the plus column of my life, however, my Kafka class tonight was the best one we’ve had yet, because we finally seem to have made it through most of the historical lectures she had planned for us, and started talking about one story in detail (”The Judgement”—it is so very very good). As I was walking towards the building where my class meets my eye grazed over a playground fence whose design Sarah and I had talked about last week, and I missed having her here. Come back soon, dearest!

I’m off to get myself into more comfy clothes and crawl into bed so I can rest and recover with tissues.

—Arty Photo of Tissues stolen from my beloved Greg