It's six in the morning and I haven't slept much. My throat is swollen, I have chills, and sweats. I think I'm sick.

I spoke to the hotel nurse and she said I should see a doctor in case it's strep throat. Fuck.

There are two more days of this business meeting here in Anaheim. It would be good to be around, but I can't even think straight right now.

I don't want to end up in the hospital again, so I need to go see a doctor today. The joy.