*Hacks up another ball of phlegm into an ever-growing mound of tissues* Blech. Hechklm. Its not fun stuff. |< Went to sleep last night with junk running down my throat, woke up with a nasty sore throat full of crud and a mild fever.

Birfday t'morrow. 26. Hafta get my own health insurance again. But on the plus side, we're gonna go see Guardians of the Galaxy. I've heard good things. No sploilers plox.

Its also  jeschke birthday the following day so throw him some love too.

*Chugs robitussin and passes out in bed*