I spent my day sleeping, reading and periodically crying. You know how sometimes, when you are sick, you just cry because it hurts, and it sucks to be sick and you want your mom? And it’s just lonely being sick when you are grown up. And you’ve disappointed the friends you are cancelling plans with because you can’t function well enough to get out of your pajamas. Yeah, it was like that. I’m not telling you for sympathy, just, you know, I had that kind of day. I feel better. More in a fever’s broken way, than an actually good kind of way. Ladybug brough me hot chicken soup from the Turnip Truck and cookies and OJ. My mom sent me a little present. These things all helped, though probably the codeine is what is really making me feel better. I’d probably feel even better if I got up and showered, since I am sort to sweaty and gross. but I can’t be bothered. Hopefully tomorrow will involve bathing.