:: Tuesday, August 03, 2004 :: Day one of no roommate as I sit answering emails, listening to Beethoven and making fresh bread for dinner.
If only my stomach didn't feel like it was halfway up my throat.
And I think my head might actually feel better if I resort to old-style bloodletting. You know, they're bringing back the maggots for wound-healing. Who's to say that Phlebotomy was wrong?
...10 mins later...
You'd think I'd know by now.
Fresh bread with real butter can cure anything. Perhaps I should record my clinical trials and publish my manifesto.
