That's just sick.

I tell you what-- That cold medicine clears you up, but boy does it knock you on your ass. There's about 3 pages of a book I don't remember reading and a phone call I don't remember missing. I checked the caller ID and it's mum. Bet my sister got it.

Jim got the cold first, and all last week we were only pecking each other on the cheeks. I wanted to kiss him on the lips but he didn't want me to catch his cold.--
"If it was you that had the cold," he said, "I wouldn't kiss you either."

So far for me it's only been a runny nose. No coughing, no sore throat. Maybe that's cuz it's early yet. The cold tablets are supposed to head it off at the pass. Like I said, I can breathe through my nose, but I feel super woozy. I just hope Jim doesn't impose a quaranteen. --When he heard me sniffling he became worried that we'd be passing this thing back and forth between us and never be rid of it. I can understand the logic there, really. But I hate being alone when I'm sick.

How's that go? Starve a cold, feed a flu?
ANYway
I should just score myself some oranges and chicken soup.