I'm wracked with aches and drenched in sweat. I have a sore throat and headache, both so nasty they've merged and become one pulsing, flaming wave of evil. I probably should have got the free flu shot that was offered at work. Avoiding the Melbourne Breakbeat thingy on Friday night would have been smart as well - the end result of that venture was as predictable as a character death in a soapie with flagging ratings.
Disconnection comes strongest in a thumping, bouncing club full of people that are there to socialize and have fun. The irony used to amuse me, but now it's just a drag.
A point of concern has arisen. If I type my name into Google the link for this site comes up. Not an indirect link, not a referred link, but a straight-out, direct link. This is puzzling and worrisome: puzzling because there is no mention of my real name on this site, or in the personal details that I provided to open it; worrisome for very obvious reasons. It could be time for the blog to die and for a new one to be born elsewhere. But it's best not to make such decisions in the midst of a fever.