The more interesting my life is, the less i want to write ... funny about that. Like if it's good, i keep it to myself. You're not really missing much ... some socializing, some stress. I've had no appetite since the beginning of the week - i've actually dropped five pounds since monday. I've had one whole meal all week, and a lot of alcohol and coffee. Tonight, i made myself eat a potato.
Michael said maybe it's cancer or coccomycosis. I doubt both, but now i have more things to worry about.
Nothing to do tonight but sleep ... i guess i better enjoy it.