If you’re reading this, then I survived my cold. But right now, as I type what may be my last message to the world, I’m thinking death is preferable to the misery of a cold. I want my nose to stop hurting, my ears to unclog and I want to be able to sleep through the night without waking up with my throat all sore and raspy because I’ve been snoring so hard while breathing through my mouth. I mean, really god, is that too much to ask?
More whining later if I have the strength to get back on the computer. If not, don’t forget to feed the birds.