The attempt to chronicle the life of an editor who needs to write more for himself and hopefully thereby find new directions in life.
Saturday, September 27, 2003
Blaugh. I'm pretty sure the bronchitis is fading, but I still feel a bit run down; part of it is the feeling of impending doom that precedes having to go away for a tradefair, but I still haven't entirely shaken this cough. Blaugh. Evelin's parents are flying down for the weekend, so I have to perk up a bit ... maybe more caffeine would help?