I feel crappy. The problem with having the allergies is that it takes longer to decide that you've got some sort of end-of-summer, beginning-of-fall cold. 
I'm going to bed. 
I can never remember if you're supposed to feed a cold & starve a fever, so I just feed every malaise whatever it feels like in the hopes of appeasing it and making it like me enough to go torture some mean person.
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