Hack. Cough. Wheeze.

Okay, I'm not healthy. Feel like crap actually. Hard to talk, hurts to move, head hurts whether I move at all. Bad.

Adam gave me a Chicken-Pult for my birthday present (a little late) and a card that said I'm old. I am. It sucks. He's home. Been a long day.

Vision is blurry now so I'll elucidate after I'm healthy.

I miss Katy. No Katy no good!

Don't ask