I do not handle "sick" well. At all. Chooch does this super sweet thing where he wakes up once an hour during the night. It’s a new trend, I guess. So that does wonders for my recovery time. Wish I had shotgun. (For me, not Chooch! God.)
Chooch saw me blow my nose once and now he’s taken to dramatic reenactments of my plight.
Now I barely have a voice, which is probably a development that could inspire cheers in some parts.
Please tell me good things. I might be sick, but I’m still just as bored as always.
This is how desolate I feel. Wah, right?