Some days I don't feel like eating until it's too late. I'll never go back to school and I have a stack of books towering over my head at night threatening to crush me in my sleep, and a ream of letters in my head to write, and a cam that's just acheing to play. But I don't think I can do a thing as long as this eight-century long cold persists in troubling me. And I have a sneaking suspicion that this here "Cold Medication" is working at odds. Can a decongestant and an expectorant really get along and achieve bodily harmony? Should have asked the pharmacist.
What can I do but huddle here in this cold bedroom, fill up with soup, buck up, and build a birthday card?