Rocket to the stars

Sore throat, headache, infected jaw, I feel a bit sorry for myself. Even more when I think about getting up at stupid o'clock tomorrow

Reading "Sputnik Caledonia" I reached a point where the book starts to be quite strange and weird. I like it even more now :) So much for scientists writing novels.
I space-ship up the stairs to bed now - Night night, wish tomorrow morning would be as fine as todays.