Poker Night
Last night was poker night. There were usually more people there, so I was told, but that night I was one of the five, host included. I don't know how to play poker, and after last night I still don't. I tried to learn, but much like football, tennis, and rummy, I could not figure it out. I was vaguely disappointed.
However, on the up and up, my voice may be going in and out of service, but my sickness is dissipating. I went to the store and bought lemon cough drops, Perrier, ginger ale, and Puff's facial tissues with Vick's and lotion. I still feel really hot thought. Then there's every time that I have to sneeze and that is just beyond gross.
Naturally, the thing that usually happens when I'm sick has happened: my room is a hellhole of sloppiness and confusion. I nearly collapsed into my bed last night after being regaled of tales of horror and college roommates. In the back of my mind, before I closed my eyes, I cringed for how out of order everything was.
I think I may go back to sleep until I feel better.
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