I'm convinced that more than 50% of the time, I am sick for Christmas. I can think of countless times I was out for the count with a lit tree near by.

I took NyQuil a little while ago, and it's starting to hit me. I still can't breathe, and I'm doing the whole sweating-shivering thing.

I know I shouldn't stress about things I can't control, but I'm supposed to be with Diana all weekend, hanging out with her family and not sucking. I have issues with failing people, perhaps because I don't want to be like people who have let me down, knowing how that feels.