February 29, 2004
Leap day. Frankly, if I only feel this sick every four years, that'll be too frequently. I have prairie dogs in my sinuses, throat, and bronchial passages. Hundreds of them. Lively and active prairie dogs. They've been increasing since about a week ago, but today I actually hit the point of being seriously unable to think, read complex prose, or do much of anything other than softly moan.Apologies to the many people to whom I owe e-mail, phone calls, or other responses. No doubt I'll either recover or be euthanised soon. [04:57 PM]