Malingering
Slow build-up of new weblog interrupted by illness. I would say more, but I’d probably sway unevenly, lean against you, then throw up over your shoes. Never a good way to make friends. Still, at least it’s all running like clockwork, because it’s just gone 9.30am and I can feel the two hour morning bout of nauseous shivering approaching. I’m going back to bed to feel pitiful with myself.