the last few nights have been a bit of a struggle. this cold has made it difficult to breathe and apparently there is something in my bedroom that is trying to kill me. i don't know if it's extra dusty or what, but i am so over waking up coughing my innards out, deciding it's not worth it, and then sleeping on the couch. so today i braved the room and cleaned it all out, vacuumed every corner, dusted every nook and washed all sheets. in the process, i went into a cough attack, but if i can get a good night's sleep it will have been worth it. wish me luck.
if you're wondering why randall didn't help it's because he now has the flu and was fever sleeping on the couch. and yes, this makes it all of like 10 days in the last 5 weeks where we were both healthy. something tells me we could probably use more vitamins, sleep, and all that good stuff. god i hope this is the end of the cycle.
ps. i hate the inhaler, it makes me feel all speedy, so naturally after using it last night, i could not get back to sleep.
pps. i am so tired of whining about being sick. wah wah wah. so over it, as i'm sure the rest of you are.
