I’m sick. Very sick. Not in a “goes to bed with his pets” kind of way, more a “not very well” way.
My head isn’t working exactly to factory specifications either. What usually takes me a jiffie to think seems to take forever and my vision isn’t in sync with my movements.
Christine, Joe and Stacey mailed me today, part of the Canada wing of my family. Those Canadians are so far ahead of folk here, each of them has access to email somehow. Christine, Joe and Stacey use @Home – bloomin fast broadband internet access via cable. Anyone who knows me will recognise how I would dearly love cable internet access.
Just after Christine found my homepage my web server and email access dissapeared. I am writing this on Thursday, trying to remember Wednesday as best as I can through my flu-induced purply-green haze.
I know what I did from about 8:00pm onwards, I slept. Well, I should say I *tried* to sleep.
My mood-monitor currently reads “Beware of the Chris – It bites!”