13 August 2004 - 10:10 a.m.

Shit.

I have had a cold/flu thing for 4 days now. Well, 4.5, if you count the couple of times I thought I was going to pass out Monday, despite feeling great otherwise and being plenty well-fed.

Last night I was so cold. I felt like my bones were rattling, and I had on flannel pjs, was under two heavy blankets, and sleeping next to my hot (figuratively, sure, but this man is like a space heater) husband.

I wondered what in the fuck could possibly be going on, and it came to me in a dream: I was being punished for having killed my husband, then having Fred MacMurray make it look like an accident for the insurance money.

And then I woke up, and realized that wasn't what happened to me, but in Double Indemnity.

Should I be comforted by the fact that my mind and body seem to be disintegrating at the same rate?

What I'm wearing: Sick togs.

What I'm reading: The Dress Lodger.

What I'm doing after this: Trying to turn my head.