Please note that I am eating dinner at 11 diligently, having fed dog, in case I need to go to hospital tonight. Slight fever, stomach ache, nausea: it seems like it could be something. I think I should call the doctor tomorrow morning in any case. Does it mean things are OK if these things subside?

My life is so boring. People on Facebook post about Things they did on a Sunday afternoon. I slept for two and a half hours because I caught the sun after stepping out for five minutes. I also fed the cat, brought dog home, read a long interview about James Franco, made a stylesheet of sorts for the grammar series and wrote two mails. Ate. While I was bringing her home, there was this guy from upstairs who secretly came down to smoke pot in the darkened passageway. The whole place smelt of it. I was yelling at Puti and Lily at the time so that they kept off each other, while this guy walked steadily away. I was tempted to go up and ask, gnaja khachho?, but I strongly believe in the merits of staying under the radar and being unremarkable, except about dogs and cats. That was my day, and I didn't notice any lack.
I don't mind going back to work tomorrow, and doing what I do every work day.

I have no urge for sex or romantic companionship. It's not numbness either. It just doesn't figure. Last summer it did, and I remember it being more colourful. See, if R from work can be companionless despite being so much more kickass and conventionally good-looking, it might mean that it's not about who you are. Maybe there's something more guro at work.