Getting better (or, the healing power of cheesecake)
The cold seems to be diminishing, thankfully. I've been weaning myself off the cold meds, though I ended up taking some last night because I woke up after only an hour thanks to a coughing fit. My appetite is coming back, too, which is good and bad; I never mind losing a couple pounds due to sickness-induced lack of eating. Granted, my parents went to Cheesecake Factory yesterday and brought home a little cheesecake, and sick or not, I will eat cheesecake. Talking about it makes me want more. I didn't go with because I wasn't really up for it, plus it's not like there's one close by and mom didn't want to be stuck in a car with me. That was fine; I know I couldn't have eaten there, what with their huge portions. I was perfectly happy with a can of Progresso.