Rozz wrote a song at school today. He asked Teacher Anja to write it down for him.
Delivered in a tone somewhere between punk/metal:
"You and me and Michael too.
I guess you don't have my pain on my street.
I like my pain.
Odd lyrics for a 3.5 year old, but whatcha' gonna' do?
Around noon thirty, I was smacked down with this weird headache-nausea-hot and clammy nastiness feeling. It's finally starting to ebb away. The clammy is mostly gone. The nausea is about half what it was. Still have the headache. But I don't feel like death warmed over.