6:02am- Legs and back paralyzed after being penned into airplane seat like succulent veal. Attempt to get out of bed to pee by rolling self side to side. Fall and crack skull on beautiful ebony side table.
11:32am- Wake up groggy and delirious. Malaria already? Yup.
2:15pm- Actually buy something at Woolworth's, meaning I am probably in time warp and now about 120 years old. Nobody lives that long.
7:12pm- During dinner at The African Cafe in Heritage Square, boyfriend's co-worker discusses a time he actually had deep vein thrombosis. Suddenly, I too am stricken. Slink away like wounded animal to die alone in restaurant bathroom.
Other than that, pretty good day.