I have a fever. How is it actually possible in this heat? I think it's just my luck that on the hottest day of the year I'm aching all over and feel like cutting off my head would be a pleasant solution.
In other news, Allen Ginsberg came to me in a dream today during my afternoon siesta. Running through an open field he said to me "oh and another thing, you're going the wrong way". I don't know whether to take this as some kind of sign, or a vision that's meant to spur me into some form of existential crisis. Perhaps this fever is worse than I thought...
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