I don't believe I'm actually sick. I think I ate horribly during my 24 hours away from the house (I ate at Burger King for the first time in a few years, and ate some other various gas-station food junk) and I believe my body is in rebellion. Its not that I have this amazing diet when I'm at home, but the BK may have done me in.
I went to the gym when I got home and do believe I sweated out some of the bad humors, but my sweat literally seemed to smell weird. Maybe I was imagining it, or the hotel soap just smelled oddly once sweat got mixed in, but...
The good news is that I felt less awful when I left the gym than when I walked in, and its just sort of drifted into a malaise.
Anyway, I'm skipping tonight.
Here is Louise Brooks with a small dog.