13 April 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Illness is the poor man's vacation, wrote Apollinaire.  It is so true.  I feel refreshed after skipping a night at Lion T.V. and a class session at York College.  My sore throat is receding into the distance.  My mind is clear.  Something dark and frightened was vomited out of me this weekend.  I'm not even scared of George W. Bush right now...

I'm sure I'll change my mind tomorrow.

I had spinach with bean curd sauce, brown rice and coffee for dinner.  Highly recommended.