I may have been a little overdramatic with all this “I’m going to die” stuff. My mom says I would know if I was dying if the stuff I was coughing up was green or yellow. I can’t say that I’ve actually looked at it, because that’s icky, but it doesn’t feel green or yellow. And I would like to continue to imagine phlegm (pronounced ‘fleggum’) as a cute little green monster. P was all, “Well sure, that’s what I imagine, because of those Mucinex commercials.” I was like, “NO, that’s Mucous. He’s not cute and has a gravelly voice, and is all, ‘Hi I’m Mucous and I’m being all pervy in your lungs.'” Phlegm (pronounced ‘fleggum’) looks more like Mike from Monsters Inc.
Yesterday I did in fact try to make a cardboard fort, for all you doubters out there. I haven’t left my apartment since Saturday and I’m going bananahammock. I have a ridiculously large pile of flattened cardboard boxes behind my couch because I’m too lazy to take them down to Recycle, but I do not, as it turns out, have enough cardboard for a people-sized fort. I eventually just set the “roof” on a chair, and now the cats are sitting under it. Bully for them.
L, I don’t know if you read this, but I’m starting to wonder if the corner of my desk is chewy also.