Work was such a blur; my cold is getting worse and worse it feels like. By the middle of the day I felt like the ultimate low-life and couldn't concentrate one bit. I opted to go home and get some rest, taking the latter half of the day to work from home. I got home and got to see Tyler a bit before he had to go to work at 6 p.m. In the evening I laid in bed reading some of my books that Tyler gave me for my birthday. I mostly just looked at the pictures (I'm completely in love with these watercolor illustrations from Shel) and glanced at the words because reading was the last thing my brain could do.

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