Saturday, August 11, 2001

 

11:08 p.m. I'm not feeling too tippy top at the moment, so I'll make this brief and get back into the swing of things tomorrow.

I've had a salt headache most of the day, ebbing and flowing, and I finally took an antihistamine and let it do its drowsy work. Now, although awake, I'm balloon-headed and so thirsty I could drink a tankard of water.

Oh joy -- a water-filled balloon. At least the weather is nice and mild and perfect and soft and not the least bit sticky or clammy. Plus, no earthquakes.

(Bright side of the headache.)

That's about it. See you tomorrow.

Sunday, August 12, 2001

Now it's tomorrow, it's late, and once again, I must cry: tomorrow.