water
It is sometimes interesting to write something in English. A couple of days ago, I picked up a book from my bookshelf. Its title is "For Whom the Bell Tolls", written by Ernest Hemingway. At that time I needed something deep. And it's not bad to read even a couple of paragraphs when I have time to read. Right now, I went downstairs just to get a cup of hot water. Because I caught a cold, I need more and more water. By the doctor's medicine, my condition is much better. If I get better, I'd like to go to a place. Such idea hits me all of a sudden. I'm not yet sleepy because I took sort of a long nap in the afternoon. I know my condition is still on the way to normal. It's still in the middle. I'd like to go to sleep even if I don't feel so sleepy. I'm rather dizzy by some effect.