think i may have a cold. damned cough.
ah yes. a moonlit evening, slight drizzle of rain and me, curled up in flannel and drinking robitussin from the bottle as i watch everybody loves raymond...
would have been a perfect evening if only i had cherry flavoured nyQuil instead... oh yeah, and someone here to bring me juice and rub my shoulders.
can you tell i am getting whiny and starting in on the self-pity? okay not a fair question to y'all, seeing as that's what 97% of my site is made up of...
at least the flannel is cozy
wait. quinn. you crazy canuck... you sent me the RAM in the mail... did you also send me SARS?

