Everyone keeps asking how come they feel so terrible if terrible's in fashion.

I appear to be coming down with some form of Stress Disease. My body has always had an excellent sense of timing that way. On the bright side, if I have a full-fledged manifestation of the stomach flu by Thursday, I won't even have to paint my face white to look like T. S. Elliot for my seminar presentation.

Today: back to the library. I want to go back to the sea instead, but I don't know if there's time. There is never time for these things. So make some, you would say. Maybe I will. I slept twelve hours last night. I don't know what that has to do with anything, but it seems important.