73. The cold from hell

I swear this cold came from the depths of hell, to torture me before I meet my final resting in its flames.

Chest on fire.

Snot every where.

Coughing up…slime.

Crushing migraine.

After two days, medicine, and sleeping pretty much all day today, I should be able to breath out of both nostrils…. at least.

Work is done for tonight, finally. Back to sweat pants, my hoodie, burrito-ing my self, and my chair.

 

goodnight.iloveyou.imissyou.alot.

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