So I feel like a wuss after going to the doctor about a simple, albeit annoying, cold.

Hey, at least I know it's not of the swinal variety.

The lozanges she gave me were weird though. I didn't know they were meant to numb your tongue.

I sounded like Jamie Oliver on crack for a good 15 minutes.

And now, I'm sitting on the comfy chair watching Oprah. About to switch to the Asian Food Channel. Yummy yummy yummy.

Now there's a weird montage of people singing Etta James ballad, At Last.

My dad just discovered Shakira. She pretty.