Feeling a lot better than I did two days ago but still sick, nonetheless.
The pain has decreased much and the wretched disgusting rejection of the food I try to take has stopped (yessum, paint your imaginations ghastly) but I am still very weak with a massive headache.
Dehydration sucks.
I've been irritable much today and thank the blessed heavens I've managed not to bite some incompetent idiot's head off.
On the brighter side of life, I get a job interview tomorrow. I'm not worried about it. I'm just anxious to see how much they're going offer me. I hope they're going to make it worth my while tomorrow. All that dressing up and early morning rituals (make-up and such, silly boys).
Now, if I was any other person, I'd say "wish me luck!" but because I'm not, I won't. I don't believe in luck.
Neither should you.
Oh, I don't know. Why not trust luck?