Transcribed from handwritten journal:
Still Sick
Written June 7, 2004, Monday, 11:55pm
Today was my day off work and I had really hoped to use it as a period of introspective self-reflection. Instead I've slept most of it away trying to fight off this awful cold I've come down with. I despise getting sick. I hate anything that disrupts my ability to operate at my full capacity.
There's not much else to report. I have a lot on my mind but my head hurts too much to go into it. I'd rather wait until I'm well to dive into my soul searching. Perhaps after I get out of work tomorrow if I'm blessed enough to feel better by then. For now, I think I'm going to try and get more sleep.
Still Sick
Written June 7, 2004, Monday, 11:55pm
Today was my day off work and I had really hoped to use it as a period of introspective self-reflection. Instead I've slept most of it away trying to fight off this awful cold I've come down with. I despise getting sick. I hate anything that disrupts my ability to operate at my full capacity.
There's not much else to report. I have a lot on my mind but my head hurts too much to go into it. I'd rather wait until I'm well to dive into my soul searching. Perhaps after I get out of work tomorrow if I'm blessed enough to feel better by then. For now, I think I'm going to try and get more sleep.
