Miserable.
My parents and the doctor don't think it's a great idea to drive an hour away to see Ed tonight since I'm still having symptoms. Ed was going to come here tomorrow anyway to rip down an old shed in our yard, but this fucking sucks. This is the second short weekend in a row for us, and I feel like I should just suck it up and go since I've been driving around the last couple of days anyway. I know that whatever decision I make, I'll regret it.
I guess I'll just stay home and cry.
I guess I'll just stay home and cry.