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Dad brought me the hot and sour soup I was craving. He also brought me a printer he no longer uses, a really old Kodak Tourist camera that belonged to someone in my Memmere's family (the leather case was stamped with Doris Levesque), two asian noodle bowls, two boxes of tea, a box of 100 calorie cookies that I like, a 4-pack of Vitamin Water, a box of Sucrets, a bag of Runny Rhino's Cold and Throat Lollipops, and this month's loan money. It's HIS birthday, and he's bringing ME fancy surprises.

And like magic, I feel a bit better after that soup. Except that my ears almost hurt, and colds always go straight for my ears. If they end up infected, I'll go crazy.

Took advantage of the warm weather today and walked in Brandywine Park. Isn't sweating supposed to be good for a cold? Or is that a myth? Exercise and sex always make me feel better, anyhow.

Time to launder some clothes.