Sick

Feeling under today. Been raining the entire day. Slept quite a bit. Managed to finished Season 4 of 24. Now in-between dreams. And the conversation goes on about dinner. "Maybe we make salad. And soup." "No more carbo." Read the recipe book. Hastle. "Maybe we go to the Soup Spoon at Raffles City." "Ok, then can shop a bit." "Feeling sick leh." "Maybe we go Cold Storage." "Raining leh." "We make salad and soup. We've got the fish stock from the other day. Sliced fish and tofu." "Still need to go out, no fish." "How?" "How?" "I sleep first lah." "Ok, need to check my mail."