Mark and I have been feeling sick the past few days. Fever, stuffy noses, sore throat. Total crap. While he was picking up his prescription from Walgreen's today, we had this text conversation:
Mark: I got us some comfort food.
Me: What
Mark: chips.
Me: I'm trying to not look like a fat cow in Mexico.
Mark: Do you want ice cream?
Me: YES
That's how my brain is working now, must be the fever. Couldn't possibly be the everyday way my brain works...nah.
If this doesn't make sense it's because I don't feel well. Sorry Charlie.
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