Starting last Thursday I started fighting a bug, but never had the chance to recover.
Today: presentation at work, drove home, NyQuil, getting ready to go back to bed.
So much better.
Seventeen, seventeen minutes is the amount of time I spent stirring very tiny, very fizzy bubbles out of ginger ale for my sick fiancé Daniel. Now, a lot of people would assume spending seventeen minutes stirring bubbles out of ginger ale might be boring and completely ridiculous and those people … well they would be absolutely correct. 355 more words