“Everybody has got this cold at the moment,” says the pharmacist when I go to buy lemsip. “The worst days are the second and third. Then it eases off.”
Tomorrow is day 3 and I’m rehearsing. But then Sunday is a day off so I can recover. Dammit though I only just got sick at Halloween. I’m normally a one cold a year type guy.
Still, better by far to have it now than a week from now. I woke in a fever dream at about half 4 and there was no sleep to be had from there. By the time I got into rehearsal I wished I was dead. By the time it was over I didn’t have to wish anymore.
Someone has forced marshmallows into my skull.
I don’t want to do anything.
Sometimes I’m too hot sometimes I’m too cold.
It’s half six. I’m gonna have a bath and then just see if lying on my back and shivering leads to some sort of sleeplike experience. We can but hope. If you’ve tried to get in touch with me recently you would have failed. Sorry about that. This is manflu, and I’m unmanned by it.
Thank God I’ve played most of this part before. Learning lines on top of feeling like death … no thank you.
It’s gonna be nice this year though, for sure. Lots of fun tech stuff, and I’m growing very fond of this new actor playing Marley, Will. He has similar propensities for the accumulation of totally useless knowledge. I found myself testing the mic with Vogon poetry, and he joined in. We are a right pair of geeks all said.
Right now though, I can barely think beyond how rank I feel, so I’m gonna hit the hay as soon as this lemsip is drinking temperature, and I’m gonna pray that tomorrow I’m over the worst of this…
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Didn’t even publish this. Feeling.a bit better this morning for the rest. Hopefully now it’ll be clearer.
AlBarclay 