Last night was not a good night.
Oh hell, whenever is a rainy night in London good for the soul?
But last night was particularly bad.
My guts turned inside out. I was fatigued. To the limit.
Why oh why? What mistakes have led me to this?
No, this is not a diary entry but you can see how much of those entries are close to reality.
Yeah, I do not do sick very well. Even if I am not really that ill. You see, that is the problem with me. I am normally so active that when something does happen to me, I go down like a brick.
(Someone is spying on me as I type...)
Anyway, I am off to get some mangoes - as if that will help my guts! Oh, the pain...