day two twenty six.

sick day.

awful.

I hate being sick, and it should be noted that I still am.  my throat is annoyingly scratchy and I can't breathe through my nose.  I feel much better than I did, though.  I wish I had some magic tea to make my throat feel better.

you're not gonna get much out of this one, I sure didn't.  my dad brought over the motherload of drugs and remedies.  this was what my day was consumed of, thus the picture of the day.

a little healing.

I love the colors.  and the steam in the background from my soup.