rewind

Looked down on my right hand as I was typing. A tiny pus-filled blister was forming.

Told him that I wasn't going to talk to him anymore. Told him to goway. He said ok.

Made warm tuna salad for brunch. Popped more antibiotics. Checked e-mail. Napped.

Coughed myself awake at the crack of dawn. Brushed teeth. Crawled back in bed to try to recuperate.

Slept fitfully. Still felt hot and cold.

Hugged TPL many times. Congratulated Ivan many times, too. Went home at 3am, all tired out.

Drank tap water, orange juice and cranberry juice. Got burned by reckless cigarette waving dude. Attempted to dance while perfectly sober.

Told him I was back. Told him I was sick. Told him I missed him. Told him to come pick me up. He said he couldn't, sorry.

Made it to party after midnight. Amused myself by laughing at drunk people, since I was the most sober one around. Amused others with my croaking.

Rushed from Bangkok to airport to go home and change for TPL's wedding party. Bathed at top speed but lost time with slow application of make-up. Felt hot and cold.