Friday, December 26, 2003

Life sucks.
Very ill, can’t eat nor drink nor even stand up straight. Have taken to falling suddenly into nearest stable piece of furniture if I stay upright for longer than a couple of minutes.
Painful cough. Coughing all day. Even my voice has been replaced with some weird-sounding thing that certainly does not belong to me. I miss my dulcet tones. Sniff.
Nobody loves me. Everybody parties and they never notice whether I’m around or no. How would they like to be cellophane people? I don’t, that’s for sure. I’m definitely somebody who likes attention.
Mmmm… speaking of which… I’m back on the circuit. Am now what is called single and looking, I believe.
I don’t know about the looking. My heart’s just not in it. Every now and then I get interested but it’s not as it used to be. The guys are fun so that’s not it. Must get myself out of this uninterestedness.
All this was the illness talking. Will be up and about and doing just fine. Just give me 24 hours!
(And some chicken soup, please, love the stuff)