blech

flu. two boxes of kleenex in as many days. no appetite. voice like macy gray's. grossness coming out of nose. endless cups of lemsip, probably enough paracetamol to cause a rhinocerous liver failure. activity: read for 5 minutes, doze off, wake up, repeat. wrote script for canon short film contest while high on phenylephrine. despite grogginess, decided to play monday night duplicate anyway. slogged through 25 boards. more panadol halfway through. stayed up till 2 analysing progressive double squeeze on board 23. letter to forum once again not published. food: almost nothing, choked down fish porridge an hour ago.

fever has finally broken, though, so i sense that the worst is over. touch wood. etc.