There’s nothing like tossing & turning, trying to get to sleep and all the while feeling that strange tickle in your lungs like you need to cough, constantly. I bought soups from Vons, some grapefruit juice and more cold medicine. Oh, and fabric softener because I ran out and need to do a bunch of laundry… eventually. I also need to wash a ton of dishes because I’ve been silently protesting cleaning the apartment. Who am I kidding? I just didn’t fucking feel like it. I still don’t, especially now.

I did manage a win in that Devin cleaned up all the junk mail that had accumulated on the floor and took out the trash. Since it’s a surprise whenever he cleans, I asked him about it and he said that the trash had started stinking, so he took it out. If there’s anything that’ll prompt me to clean, it’s stink. Unfortunately, I can’t smell anything lately, so I didn’t get that inspiration. I told him it was likely all the dirty dishes in the sink that stink, anyway, but I’m sure the trash didn’t help. He did say he’d wash half of the dishes if I did half.

I hate coughing.