1:43 p.m.
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19 January, 2004

The doctors found stuff... tests are being run. It's pretty scary, but I'm trying not to think about it.

Instead, I shall mention what happened the other day. I was in the bar of some theatre, reading a book... as you do. Anyway, this guy come running in screaming that he's been poisoned and that he could smell the poison. Which, apart from anything else, shows that he knows very little about poison.

There was this woman running after him screaming and wailing at him, and he was claiming that he knew he had been poisoned, because someone had poisoned him at work before and this was exactly the same. He said that he needed an ambulance because he couldn't breathe, even though he was wondering around and mumbling constantly, which indicates that he could breathe just fine.

An ambulance took him away finally, though not, I suspect, to administer an antidote. I think I'll hang around theatre bars when it's raining more often.

I've left an essay right to the last minute again. I don't suppose anyone fancies helping me out. I need 2,500 words on Kant's philosophy of the morality of duty. I hate Philosophy, but I especially hate Kant.