Friday, December 23, 2005


I’m sick. Coughing and fever. Phlem. Eech.
I can’t taste anything. Nothing has flavor.
Drank a lot tonight. With John. And his wife. Despite my lack of taste buds.
I’m punch-drunk. From the obvious.
I think I might have lost what makes me me. John thinks I look drained. Something’s missing. And I’m not sure what to do about that. I feel a little dead inside.


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