I'm ill and I'm watching some episode of the sopranos at a stage I think I'm at.
I spent the day feverish in the crater in my mattress chain-streaming peep show, drinking herby stuff and being absolutely convinced that an ingenious desert of hobnob with warm custard poured over it is the cure to everything. I had red meat. I really don't like Beechams. I need to be sedated before I drive myself mad, or run out of peep show episodes.
