Tuesday, December 21

four days before christmas and i am not feeling well. i hate it when i can't speak, when there's like a cactus in my throat. i hate it when i can't smell anything because it follows that i cannot taste food, too. this is so much torture.

69 christmas cards. i've only filled out five. if it's any consolation, the envelopes have been written on so i won't confuse who to give the cards to. merry christmas.