Mondays are hateful
I was going to do this big long pointless ramble just to get shit out of my head, but I can't even focus for that. My cough is worse again today and I'm tired and I had to stop at the store for stuff I forgot the last time (toilet rolls are a bit important to have) and yes, I am fully aware that I'm whining, but I came home to mail from my mom, who aired and repacked all my books in the summer, and surface-mailed me just past the deadline for Christmas delivery with a book of poetry she'd given me several years ago entitled, To My Child ...We may no longer live in the same house, but you're always in my heart. Um... yeah. I have officially lost the battle against crying today. Which is not really helping with the coughing and breathing thing. Awesome timing, Royal Mail. :S