Feeling a little better. It comes and goes, I guess.

I woke up and there was a jackal in my flat. Told him to take whatever he wanted, but to stay away from me because I was sick.

He laughed. Said he wasn’t going to take anything, then gave me water from his flask. Haven’t thrown it up yet, and he’s been gone for quite a while. Less dizzy, but very tired.

I hope the jackal doesn’t get sick. I don’t think he took anything.

Wish he’d taken this stupid memoir. Death doesn’t really scare me, but I’m terrified to vanish.