I'm sick.
In the headache-throwing-up-nastiness sense of sick.
Prolly a good indicator of why everything seemed so extraordinarily out-of-proportion today.
I'm going to bed. Or something.
Maybe I'll read Moby Dick some more. Or, as
longpig put it: "Instead of another regular boring chapter, here's an entire boring chapter on the different types of whales!" (I'm quoting from memory here)
In the headache-throwing-up-nastiness sense of sick.
Prolly a good indicator of why everything seemed so extraordinarily out-of-proportion today.
I'm going to bed. Or something.
Maybe I'll read Moby Dick some more. Or, as