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now the evil cold from hell has mutated into the evil death cough from hell. which is just as much fun as you'd think it is. it's causing me not to want cigarettes for a couple of hours, and then the nic fit hits me over the head with an axe and screams "smoke, damnit!"
so i do.
i listen to things with axes.

(and by axe, i mean the tool for chopping wood. not the flying v style)

and everything is just fine. i took the day off yesterday from work after waking up with a sore throat to kill off any inkling of eating food or drinking anything that wasn't going to leave me with a warm fuzzy feeling.

i slept for a good eight or nine hours yesterday. napping for a good long while, both times with the television on. and then it was time for nyquil to make sure i didn't cough my sleep away, and i was afeared i'd be calling myself schmoopy as i did the last time with nyquil before an airshift.

but i woke up refreshed, and ran downstairs to meet the landlady, who stopped by at our request after we informed her of a tilting sink and a faucet what wouldn't shut off. and our bathroom sink faucet won't shut off either, and she was all prepared to turn off the water to the house.
i informed her that i had yet to make coffee, and since the boyfriend and i are both ill, we are drinking water like no one's business, and that i had to work tomorrow as well, and thus will be needing water.

she's an oddball.