I’m so sick! I had a sleepless night with all the new
musical motifs I wanted to use for the two movements I have yet to write. I got
up to have breakfast at around 7 am, then went back to bed to only wake up
again at 3 past in the afternoon after a painful dream involving Britney Spears,
her ill meaning entourage involving her in an unintended murder attempt to get
rid of her manager who turned out to be a mixture of Fabrice Proof (actually Michèle
Atlani’s former tour manager) and Simon! I won’t even try to tell the
story… I don’t know what it is supposed to mean. No wonder I’m that ill today!
I was supposed to start working at the theatre from 2,
but I guess my body orders me to stay in.
My throat is all swollen and my voice so deep it makes
Christopher Lee sounds like a Michael Jackson impersonator! I tried to find some medicine at the pharmacy, but they're quite ineffective. Just useless white pills.
It should be alright anyway. I have completed a good chunk of work
so far. Two days of rest aren’t unwelcome.
The only thing will be to feed myself and regain
strength - the portions in Japan
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