Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Carrie's hurt. Shane has strep. I got a cold.

The snot never ends. My instinct is to get rid of it.

All of it.

I hack, couch, snort, and blow out every bit I can. I know it won't end, but at least I feel productive. To be honest, I find the various hues fascinating, as well...

Carrie's probably better off on the couch until I feel better.

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