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Unwell.
written: 4:33 p.m. on Sunday, May. 16, 2010

Fedal final at 12.30 later. I fought through my fatigue and watched an hour and a half of the match against Ferrer but gave up at 5-2 Ferrer in the second set. When I found myself waking up at 6 I dragged myself out to the living room to check my recording to see who won so that I could sleep better.

Feeling really unwell now. First I woke up with a weird, mild pain in my stomach, then I felt nauseous, and now I feel like the way I felt when I was puking out the contents of my stomach post-scope and I went to the doctor at Rail Mall and he gave me a jab to stop the puking which had the undesirable and unfortunate side effects of making me feverish.

Not feverish yet, but I feel like I'm getting there. I haven't felt this bad since the fever jab.

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Since I'm writing this anyway - in other news, my cousin got married last Tuesday to her Serb boyfriend.



It was a happy affair and I was very touched.

I can't write this anymore. I feel like I'm dying.

before sunrise // before sunset

Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010