Honestly, I can't remember the last time a cold has knocked me out this much. I'm so tired! Like, naps for the last three days tired. Tonight, my goal is to be in bed and drugged on NyQuil at 10 p.m. I will get eight hours of sleep. I feel like, once I do that, all will be better just be virtue of my mind saying, "YOU WILL GET BETTER ON EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP."I've got nothing else for you, and I refuse to whine about being sick. Because I hate sick.
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