Iāve had my bath and am about to comb my wet hair. Iām feeling a bit better but still ill, especially my right lung. The hint at nausea that was plaguing me isnāt there now, but I canāt ignore how sick my lung feels. I will try to be friendly on my walk with my Morrissey sticky notes in pocket, but I donāt know if Iāll be able to pull it off, feeling like this. Now would be a good time for Jack the Ripper to spill my guts, because otherwise itās going to be a drawn out horrible death by mold infection spreading throughout my right lung and probably beyond. Iād rather die a quick violent death.