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I love Wolfie with all my heart. Truly, I do. He's wonderful and loving and caring and stuff. And he shares, too. Usually, that's a warm and fuzzy thing, but this time I think he overshared a bit.

He gave me his cold.

Not that I'm not grateful. Well, actually, I'm not, but I'm not mad, either. What good would it do me? I'd still be sick, except then I'd be grumpy, too, and that's bad. This is a killer cold, though, I'm tellin' ya. And the sucky part is that I just got over the shit I had right before Christmas. Full sinuses, coughing, sneezing, fever... I'm a walking Nyquil commercial. My scalp hurts, for cryin' out loud.

But whatever I've got, I think Wolfie's got it worse. His voice is so raspy it sounds like a 75-year-old three-pack-a-day smoker. He hasn't lost his sense of humor, though; thank god. If that ever happens I think I'll go to Mom's for a day or two... this place would be unfun. But since he still has his sense of humor, we're still laughin', even though most jokes result in a couple of coughing fits that sound like the south end of the tuberculosis ward at the Mayo Clinic. Worth it though, to laugh with him. (Told ya I was in love. Sappy, ain't I?)

i feel: sick sick
i hear: WAAF, what else?

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