It's Friday. I have had a low-grade cold lingering for a week. Not bad enough to justify actually staying home, just bad enough to make work a miserable five day marathon of don't-want-to-be-here-only-want-to-take-a-nap. Hack, hack, sniff, ugh.
Had a massage this afternoon. Massages are the best.
Emma goes to her dad's tonight, therefore I'm thinking Nutella on toast and a mug of chamomile tea is a perfectly legitimate dinner.
Netflix and my blankie. Possibly bed by 7:30.
Fridayyyyyyyyyyyy.
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