guns for show, knives for a pro
Coughing became the rule yesterday, which, as we know, is the indication that the illness is on its way out.
The coughing persisted all afternoon, while I did my luandry at "The Fella's" house.
The coughing persisted through our First Year gathering in the evening.
The coughing persisted when I laid in bed at eleven o'clock.
The coughing, you can guess, persisted until about four or five this morning.
Any sleep I got was from me passing out from exhaustion.
Granted, I generally only fall asleep from exhaustion.
The get-together of First-Years was amusing, because most of them are 22 years old. 1981. Same age as my baby brother. I make them laugh.
Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrells is more important today than finishing my homework, but today is the first day I've felt healthy in a week, so I'm enjoying opened blinds and clean dishes.
Knives terrify me.
Visitors tomorrow, and my towels are clean, and my sheets. I must send Xmas cards, too.
