I've had a cold this week. My throat felt weird on Easter and by Monday I was in a fog. When I get colds, I tend to think they'll never go away. Like my life has changed permanently. All the people I see, I feel sorry for, because I know they're doomed. They don't have it yet, I'll think. I hope they appreciate being able to breathe.

It is going away though. I just have some lingering stuffiness.

Last Saturday, John and I saw Jude at Largo. It was a great show. We had fantastic seats. Practically on the stage.

Then there was Easter. John gave me a basket/bag full of Bath and Body Works lotion, body wash, etc. The scent is Black Raspberry Vanilla. The bag he picked out is really cute, too. It's like a straw bag with pink handles with a floral lining that extends over the top of the straw with a drawstring. We spent the afternoon at my uncle's house eating cake.

Then, I got the cold. And my life hasn't been the same since.

If there's anyone reading this that was thinking about writing a song about me, you should listen to Jude. Because if someone were to write a song for me, I would want it to sound like one of his. If you're not a song writer, or if you just don't like me, and you won't be writing a song about me, you should just check him out anyway. It'll do you good.

Labels: holiday., music.

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