I have never been so sick, with just one symptom in my life. Everything else that happened today seemed like nothing, which I’m grateful for. So, thanks, mystery cough sickness. I guess that’s one good thing you’ve done. The rest? Fuck. Off.
I’d also like to note: I am also grateful for Simon. For many, many reasons I one day may be able to compile. And Jon, for unknowingly bringing me some of his homemade chili on what would be a really bad day of mine, to be the kindest gesture I happily carried the walk home. I don’t know when I’ll be able to actually eat it, but till then, I treasure that stupid little Tupperware.