“The sick do not ask if the hand that smooths their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.”

-Oscar Wilde

Matthew and I are both suffering from sore throats and stuffy noses. We lay in my bed all day and whined together. Nothing like wallowing in our self pity for an hour or two. Everyone deserves that. I'm just beat right now. So tired. My ears are aching and I can honestly say this is something music cannot cure. Tehe. This weekend was fun. Okay, it was decent. And I can't wait to go on a picnic. I want to so badly. So excited. Yay. Night loves.