Time to Ill

Happy election day. Fittingly, I woke around 4 am with some ungodly affliction - I think it's food poisoning, but it may also be IMPENDING DEATH. It should be sorted out by evening, I hope. I can't vote if I'm vomiting. Under normal circumstances I'd consider it, but I have to be on my best behaviour as it turns out both my parents are working as returning officers at my polling station. Awww.

I haven't had food poisoning since Dan & I went to Vietnam and I ate a bunch of fruit. It served me right. The thing I have now is not as bad as that thing was. That was the only time I've ever resembled a description in a gothic novel - waxy skin with bright fever spots on my cheeks. I amused myself between bouts of sickness by admiring my deathmask face in the mirror. I still can't decide whether I count puking into a roadside squat toilet one of the highest or lowest points of my life.

I feel very unwell. Poor piteous Julia.