The godawful cold is moving along.  The incredibly sore throat is mostly gone, the unbelievably stuffy nose is beginning to clear, and the dreaded cough has set in.  Every time I get sick I get this damn cough.  It's uncomfortable, disruptive, and makes Wulfy think that I'm about to die.  Oh god, I hate this cough.

At the same time, it is satisfying to get rid of that tickle in my chest.  It's like scratching a bug bite.

I also definitely have a job for the summer, and a tiny basement apartment in which to live, so I don't have to go home.  Yay!  I like home, I just like here better.

And uh...that's it.

My adventure for the evening:

cold=blowing nose

blowing nose=nosebleed

nosebleed+empty stomach=scary panic attack

scary panic attack=911 call

911 call=EMT visit

EMTs figure out that it was a panic attack, but tell me to have bloodword done at the infirmary tomorrow.  Am now eating brocolli cheddar soup and being glad the bleeding has stopped.