I feel like shit

No wonder! This is what my life is all about the last 24 hours. I'm sorry to bother you with my toilet stories but there is nothing else! At least 12 lou expeditions. The real adventure. The thrill! I tell you.
Honestly, I'm so tired, I don't manage a lot more than going to the toilets and back to bed. Well, I could go out for 2 hours this afternoon. Malaka is a pretty city. I saw a few nice buildings from the Portuguese and Dutch times. They are bordeaux red. I did a drawing from the riverside to replace the pictures I'm not able to take anymore. Sweating doing nothing. At the guesthouse, they told me today is holiday. Maybe that's why there was a bit of party atmosphere in the center: foodstalls, market, music and cyclos decorated in bright yellow with flowers.
Nothing more to say. It's a pity. Malaysia is famous for food but I don't feel eating anything. I'm taking wonder cocktails though: Smecta, electrolytes, a magic tiorfan pill and a zest of immodium. I read the Dalai Lama when I'm not sleeping but meditation doesn't help right now. I want to go home. I still have 3 months though (not the least part: India!)...and no home. Shit! Anyway I'm always sick for X-mas, nothing special.