Weak and ill

I've been feeling weak and ill all day, as if something is wrong in the vicinity of my stomach. It's not actually painful, just a sense of all my energy being drawn into that area and sucked up.

I couldn't get out of bed late this morning when George first came in to wake me up. I just rolled over and went back to sleep for another couple of hours. Then, at George's urging, I finally managed to drag myself to the edge of the bed, where I had to sit for a few minutes before I could actually rise.

Exercising? Forget about it. I started again on Monday, but today is a complete loss.

My brain is fuzzy too. I can't seem to concentrate. I don't feel depressed, just... not all here. At least I managed to get a couple of comic pages flatted for George's project.

I'm going to go to bed soon. Hopefully tomorrow I'll feel better. Part of me, though, hopes that I just die in my sleep.