Berlin. Beautiful. Grafitti. Former Comunnist official apartment. Sick. Mostly better now. More later.

Man, yesterday I was the sickest I can ever recall being. I was unable to sit up for more than a few minutes, and getting out of bed required me to keel over for a while afterwards, it was so exhausting. My head hurt to the point I could not walk in a straight line.

Today I am merely sick, although I have completely lost my voice.

Great.

Rar, sick. Getting better, though. Hopefully will be good for CtF?

It's interesting to note how being sick affects my thinking. I feel fairly good, but my thinking is way off. I can remember things and learn but I can't easily synthesize new knowledge. It's very, very bizarre, and quite noticeable.