a cool day
It is a good afternoon, actually. But I got a heavy stomachache today. I went to the toilet many times. I had deep diarrhea. I know the cause. The meat in the curry was probably old and didn't got grilled very much.
It is hot today. I'd like to go to the library even if I have deep stomachache. I drank a cup of hot white water. It might be better for my berry than coffee or tea. Unless I go to the library, I have nothing to do here in this afternoon. I know the library closes at five o'clock on Sunday.
I've lost myself for awhile by what happened just beside me. And I spent a considerable time. It is actually happening.
My condition is coming much better. I seem to be able to go to the library before the closing time. I'll return the thick book "A boy called H" finally and am going to borrow the English translation of Ranpo Edogawa. I usually read his novel in Japanese whenever I get up in the morning, in the night, or even in the midnight. He is the historical Japanese novelist of detective stories.
It is still three-thirty. I can go from now on. It's a cool afternoon.