My throat hurts. I've been sick for almost a week now. I get worse and better, but I can't seem to get over it. Man, it sucks. Mostly I sleep and sweat and trust my body to rid itself of the offending cooties. Mostly, it works. Just not completely. I woke up last night with a major coughing fit. It was nasty. And just as I was finally drifting off Chris asks me if there's anything he can do. I know he meant well. He's awesome, but when I'm sick all I want is to be left alone. I'm an insufferable pain in the ass when I'm sick. And I'm not too good about curbing it. I'm sorry if I've bitten your head off recently. If I spit it out with the seemingly endless gallons of mucus I'm producing, I'll be sure to wipe it off and give it back.
The Eagles won their first round of playoffs. Next week they play the Gators and if they win, the City Championships are the week after. I've never really cared for football before this year. I'm still not a big fan of football, but I am an Eagles fan. When Alex is too old to be an Eagle, I'll be a fan of whatever he joins afterwards. I hope it's still Eagles now that I have my shirt.
Sleepy time for me. I gained an hour, but I'm losing my mind. Keep in touch, people. G'night.
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