Alan and I went to go pick up my older brother from the bus station. He's visiting from Georgia, where he lives with his friend. I could tell that he was sick, but I thought it was an illness similar to what I had a few weeks prior - the flu. However, lo and behold two days after I visit my parent's house - and I'm sick. . . AGAIN.

A cold. Screw it all. I don't think it's going to last too much longer. And I shouldn't complain, it hasn't been THAT bad. But when you compliment it with the gallbladder attack I had the other night, plus the TWO WEEKS I was sick with the flu . . . I just want to stop being sick.


. . . I am sad that I can't go out with A. today. You see, he has to do his order at where he works - then has to go over to his co-worker's house to fix his wireless router. But since I'm sick, I have to stay home - even if it's JUST a cold.