I'm sick. Feel sorry for me. I feel sorry for me.  

Am loving how pale I look though, it's very attractive, just excuse me for a sec. while I hack up half a lung.

There's a restaurant here doing a degustation menu for Friday night with all sorts of lobster and scallops and jus and truffle, they'll probably have matching silverware and china too  I won't be going to that one. The other diners probably wouldn't appreciate my deep, phlegmy coughing.

My garden is dead and dry as is the "lawn". All dead and brown and crunchy.