ugh. i am very sick. i crawled out of bed to make myself chicken soup, and then while i was eating it, i was convinced of the unequivocal hatred that god must harbor towards me, because a cricket jumped into my soup and drowned itself. now i do not have the energy to make more soup (and even if i did, i wouldn't be able to taste it anyway) so i will lay in bed some more and read about people more miserable than i (El Amor en los Tiempos de Colera ).