It was a poor food decision that’s seen me locked in my room today, feeling wan and looking disgusting. I think I’m over the worst of it, but still fragile. On the upside, I should lose weight, as I haven’t eaten anythis solid today, though the clerks here at the pension have been bringing me in lemonade, made lemon tea and offered a litany of pills, which has been gorgeous. Needless to say: there are no photos today. I think I need to lie down. Oh I already am.