Well, I think so. It could be bubonic plague of course, or the black death, but if I say so I risk getting scorned by all my female friends. You would think that, having gone through all they suffer in childbirth, they would be more understanding of the pain and trauma I am feeling as I sip my fourth (or is it it fifth?) large glass of brandy.

I don't have much longer for this world I am afraid. Goodbye my friends.

Cough, cough. Whimper. Groan.

D.