Is it really before noon still?

I feel like Bill on Groundhog Day. There’s just no way this winter day will end. I woke up with a tingling throat, and while it’s not as bad as it was three days ago, it’s still bad enough so I’m back to square one with eating. I can’t even eat that imitation popcorn that Mark brought over.

Oh, and you can tell I was off my meds for a while. I was majorly pissed at the post office for being, well, the post office. But I’m better now. I think. :p