Today, I dressed and cooked a duck. I probably didn’t do it entirely right, but I did it. I expected to fuck it up, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t turn out just alright. In fact, it was good. To boot, I was wearing a suit when I did it; that’s just legit and a half right there. Tomorrow: I sleep in to let my body fight the sickness. Wish me luck in my sleep endeavours. Or don’t. I’ll be awake by the time you read this, anyway.