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December 30, 2002
I *really* don't feel like doing this today. It might possibly be the fact that I feel rather like burying my head under several pillows and not taking it out again for several weeks if at all possible. I feel like Hell warmed over. The best part is that Stephen is naturally very demanding when he's sick, so he "needs" something every few moments and won't simply leave me to die in peace. Maybe I can convince him he needs a nap. That's it. We both need a nap. That's it. That's the ticket. Poppies will make them sleep… Sleep…