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Love gave to me.

Everybody who needs to be is home. Everybody who needs to be is far away. Everybody who needs to be is accounted for. Everybody who needs to be is, well, in my life. And I think that that's a pretty good thing. A lot of people can't say that, I think. So, I mean, I guess I'm doing alright.

I'm almost not sick anymore.

I've been downing Emergen-C and my beloved Tazo Calm Chamomile Tea with honey like there was no tomorrow. Although not in my beloved Jack Skellington mug because it's still in my dorm room and unfortunately filled with condoms. Or fortunately. I guess it really depends on how you look at it.

I mean, I can't really drink tea out of it.

But this Mucinex stuff is pretty good. I've only taken three and I'm feeling so much better that I can barely believe it. But, on a tangent, I realized that I'm going to miss something more than chewing. Because I won't be able to do it. I won't be able to blow my nose. I'll have to drive to his office and have him suction out my nose. "You'll be able to breathe like you've never breathed before." He told me. But nothing is quite as satisfying as blowing your own nose. It is truly one of life's great pleasures. I have to drive to Round Rock to do this, though. I can hear the conversations in my head already.

"You're in Round Rock? How come?" She'll say. "Oh, you know," I'll say. "To see you!" "I guess." She'll say. "And to have my nose suctioned." I'll add. "Oh yeah," She'll say, laughing. "Now we get the truth."

And then I'll take the best breath of my life.

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Carolynn said…
Also if I remember correctly you can't drink through a straw, though I didn't listen on that as much as I should have and I don't think it was for the best.
December 10, 2009 at 12:41 AM
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