Last night was bad. This...Zombie Fever hasn't been uncomfortable until now, but last night was horrible. I don't know where the pain is coming from, but it's in my stomach. And all I can think of, is that what Amaris did to me is what is coming back. It's not hunger, it's just....pain. Beyond hunger. I think that's what it is.

Dammit. I just weighed myself and I've lost 3 kilos. Since yesterday. Now you tell me how a dead man can lose weight? Shit.

I haven't said much lately. I've been too busy living!! I know, imagine that! And I have discovered I love nose muffins. And the theatre...oh yes. And whenever Peter sings! And living. Pretty much diggin' that!

I'm getting sick again though. I can feel it. Stupid no immune system! If I sook at you some time in the next few days, tell me to snap out of it!

And, as a side note, I do believe Deirdre to be one of the most wonderful people in this world. No, you don't get context, but honestly, do you need it!?