So I've been a little under the weather the last couple days. I was somewhat OK over the weekend, but I've had a cough, which has seemingly worsened. On the plus side, it give me time to catch up on a book tonight:

 

Do you guys remember that one? Such a disappointment. It was about that guy, who lived in a bedroom (right next to) the stairs, and how he had this really bad cough Monday morning? And his sweet, nice friend sent him home to suffer in private, and how he felt better, and went to work again on Tuesday? And how he then crashed about 8 PM that Tuesday night, and spent the rest of the night complaining and coughing loudly while his family members threatened to kill him if he got them sick?

It's a shame I didn't make it to the chapter where Austin gets a pie, or something, and then goes to Disneyland for the day. Fingers crossed.

P.S. In the epilogue, he marries Natalie Portman and has like a thousand babies.

|