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.
