So, yeah, not sure when it happened, or how, but the household has been taken hostage by 'the sick' at the moment. I don't know if I got Narco sick, or if she got me sick, but the 24 hour period that was saturday went from feeling 'ok' in the morning to fighting over which of us was going to go buy cold medicine cause neither of us wanted to do anything... And I'm pretty sure we slept through yesterday entirely, because the next thing I knew, I woke up to a 'Happy Memorial Day' call from my family...


In other news, we're not dead, just... close, haha. It's been clearing up over the course of the day though, for me at least, which is kind of miraculous. I never get better first. It is definitely very 'twilight zone' for me. But yes, I should be back in regular working order by tomorrow, and Narco soon after.

But for now, I'm going back to sleep after chugging some Nyquil.... in moderation, of course :3