Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: July 28, 2012

sick day

i sleep for 10hrs, getting up once for a slash and once for some melatonin.

i tiptoe past madeline's open door where stella the guard dog is sleeping.
stella is not sleeping.
she looks at me: a strange man, walking out with a laptop, but must remember the tummy tickle as she does not stir.

i catch up with zep who is researching raw foods, in the morning light of the dining room before heading back to work.
i hand her my legally imported contraband: various cadburys chocolate treats.
this is not part of her research

bill, me and madeline drive to the valley which is 10º hotter than beverly hills (now 90º) to drop madeline with her grandma.
i start to feel sick and get a headache.

i then ruin bill's saturday by feeling REALLY sick all day.

i hold down some electrolyte lemon drink.
i struggle to eat a chicken ceaser salad, stopping after the first bite to go and be sick.
i am not sick

i sleep on a bench in a mall for a while.
bill looks on to make sure i'm not relieved of my camera/wallet etc.

we go to see 'prometheus' at the chinese mann theatre on hollywood.
i realise that i have a high temperature and sit rolling a cold bottle of water round my forehead and neck.

after the film, we return to the beverly hills hideaway and i sleep for 2hrs.
i feel like i could have slept all night but force myself out for some food.

bill drives us to the newsroom cafe on my request.
it is shut.

bill tries to photograph a bed that he likes in a store, to show zep, on his jazzy new PC/nokia smartphone.
bill can't work out how to use the camera on his jazzy new PC/nokia smartphone, so i take a photo on my i-phone for him.

jake phones to say he's done quite well at princeton: he scored top of the class of 40.
bill jokes that jake should be doing better.

eat diner at coney dog on sunset.
we are served by a badly tattooed girl with muffin tops and short denim shorts who is wearing a necklace that says 'HORROR'
i take this as a statement.

bill asks for a refill on his diet coke at the same time as the tattooed mexican man on the table adjacent.
the waitress collects both cups at the same time.
bill tries to watch his glass as she takes them away and shuffles them around before returning them.
bill does not drink any of the refill.

still feeling like utter shit, return to bed.
i do not know what's wrong with me: i've never felt so bad after a long haul.
regardless, tomorrow i need to be at least 90% right