Its 2:22 in the morning. I cant stop coughing due to some kind of lung thing I’ve caught at work. Or possibly from Chris. I’m not sure. I made baked Spaghetti for dinner, hung out with Jim, played some Forza, and am about to go to bed. I’m supposed to go to Ikea with Katie and Meg tomorrow, but I’ve no idea how I’ll feel in the morning. Judgement call upon wakeup I guess. While I’m typing this, I just heard meg cough as well. We all may well have the plague.
Okay, off to bed. I feel like shit.