Home sick, been checking into work, catching up on website maintenance, feeling like shit, trying to figure out how to proceed with life, Peretz has been tending to me, fetching me glasses of water, reading me excerpts from his novel, good dog.

Spent a good deal of last night in a mildly delusional state, still feeling a bit out of joint, observing with sick fascination the way the same things happen to me again & again, stupid, I'm so fucking stupid.