I'm still blaming Trout
My body picked a hell of a time to get sick.
I really do think its just a cold, because, seriously? Am I that much of a hypochondriac? I have a sore throat and a deep cough and am pretty lethargic, but no temperature. Which means cold. Not ... um ... pandemic.
And even if it IS ... um ... pandemic ... that's just a flu, yeah?
Also. Trout may have given me whatever the hell it is that I have, if you exclude the fact that she's not as sick as me right now. This, because we shared marinara sauce last night; the mozarella sticks were fantastic, btw. Also, popcorn.
Really, I can't blame Trout. My mother and grandfather were there, too.
The Blazers lost. :( Ah, well. Am still proud to be a Portlander, born and raised.