Stupid Austin got me sick. Now I cant stop coughing, and I feel like my sinuses are in a vice. My doctor isn't in till tomorrow, and I still have to pick up a few more gifts for Chuck and my dad. I already got him a double bass pedal, his favorite type of drumsticks, and my dad got him some tools. I had gotten my dad this big copper alligator that he had been hemming and hawing about for months, and I wrapped it in a box with handles, cut out handle holes in the paper, and put a bunch of little holes in the gap on the box. My dad asked me why, and I simply told him the present had to breathe. Ugh, everytime I cough, I gag, and whenever I really gag(like when I used to smoke) I throw up. Thankfully there hasn't been that much on my stomach. Im cold, dropped my book that Im reading to Chuck in the water, as well as a popsicle to help my throat, there is no kindling in the house to build a fire and I am NOT going out into that arctic weather to get some either. Ill just crank up the heater and maybe my mom will get out of bed.