The day has found me sick in bed. The cause is fever - of all sicknesses I'd say fever is almost enjoyable. It is the ultimate in winter indulgences where you are expected to bundle up and pamper yourself all day with little exercise and a lot of quality programming such as the Flaming Lips documentary The Fearless Freaks. A lot of liquids have been consumed and you begin to view your body as a big sieve returning in a more pungent, steamy form what was imbibed. Times feel off. I felt like I was in such a stride a few weeks ago now am unsure of my paces. Is this the way every blog entry must end?