Goddammit.  Day Two of The Sickness.  I hardly ever get sick.  And of the times I do, there’s almost never a Day Two.  I hope it’s not Ebola.  Or the Black Plague.  Or African Sleeping Sickness.  It could be that.  Those goddamn tsetse flies are everywhere, man.  And they’re vicious this year.

Anyway, I’ve quarantined myself in Room #5 here in Hotel California, with plenty of supplies for dealing with infirmity and writing books.  I’m just going to write until I have to lay down, then lay down until I have to write, and see how things go.

N.P.: “Anarchy” – KMFDM