Bleh.

I think . . . maybe . . . I am turning the corner on this sick, or whatever it is. (Mostly it's been manifesting as lots and lots of chills. Possibly also lack of appetite, possibly also hypersomnia; it's hard for me to tell with hypersomnia, as that's my major depression symptom.) But at two am I had a sudden burst of, "HUNGRY. FEED ME." So I made myself a steak, and then sat and shivered for a while. But progress, maybe. Have also consumed ludicrous quantities of garlic-and-lemon-chicken-soup, but that was earlier.

Need to do my classwork for middle_egyptian and my Feri homework. Current excuse: feel bad. More blankets please.

Have half-formulated thoughts about death and death rituals that I may need to write up as a post. (*pokes jackals with a stick, as per usual*)

Have need to dig up formal poetry structures too and see which one this thing in my head wants to come out as because if I don't come up with an alternative it's going to be stuck as a sestina and I hate sestinas. (I do not, however, hate run-on sentences.) English majors please advise.

More blankets please.

Cold and incoherent.