I'm getting a cold, and my overall feeling about it is that, well, I'm offended. I could understand something like the swine flu. But a cold? How dare this cold.
So I have been kicking its ass all day. I'm on DayQuil, vitamin-C supplements, and gallons of water. This cold is going down.
Julie is feeling a little better. It's day three of the swine, so everything is slowly settling into her chest. She has spent her days watching Grey's Anatomy streamed off Netflix. After Lyla went to bed, I got sucked in to an episode that had a six-year-old girl with terminal cancer and her dad holding her as she died. I went into the bathroom and sobbed. Fuck that show.
And this cold.
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