The majority of my night has been spent talking about how I'm a snothead and a mucous mama because I am the proud owner of a newfound nasty cold.

I get this feeling that I've been really selfish the past two days, but I'm not sure why. Maybe it's just a feeling.

And I feel weird not writing a lot, because I don't have a lot to say. So there's no point in wasting anyone else's time, let alone my own, when I have nothing to accomplish through this.

I miss Dave. I wonder if he's been reading lately.