Please don’t take a picture.
August 10th, 2005
It’s been, well, a bad day. A scratchy throat at 2AM reemerged as a full-on rhinovirus today, reducing me to a kind of spectre, shambling up and down the halls of our apartment dragging a wastebin and tissue box as if shackled to them. And now the SC2 is in the shop, thanks to a hit-and-run collision that sheared off the moulded plastic nose section (littering Shepherd St. with a license plate, headlights, and some other vital organs front of the engine block).