*cough cough*

I really am coughing. I think I'd rather have a cough and painful throat than be blowing my nose 24/7, so I'll take the gross cough. There's a house a few down that has been on a nonstop firework extravaganza for over four hours and its not even 9 pm yet. They did about two straight hours of black-cat-ish explosives. As in, constant lighting, no breaks. There are little kids running all over the place, which seems so dangerous and stupid of the parents. Is it totally wrong I secretly am hoping for an injury to occur? Audrey is hiding behind the couch and shaking she's so afraid. There's firework refuse everywhere out there, nobody can drive down the street, ughhhh. Stupid holiday.

That said, last night I went to Christy's roof with a few other folks to try and see the city fireworks. We could only see a tiny bit of them, but it was fun hanging out up there anyway. It got cold, so I left and had some drinks with Nate at club foot.

Today we got a late-ish lunch at Small Bar, I took a nap, I coughed some more...not too exciting. Tomorrow is an easy breezy 6 mile run in the morning. I hope the cough doesn't affect it too much. I also hope the fireworks aren't going so late that I can't get to sleep tonight but I bet that's asking for too much.