I am cold. I don't want to go out, but I know I should since Koobie has gotten all dolled up for this event. The bobsled event. Ha. It is not so much a bobsled.

I talked to him today for awhile. He has been sick, and so has his roomie. They have been making soup for each other. As much as I hate him, I still thought that was cute.

I don't want to pack. I want to complain. Whine whine whine pout pout pout shuffle shuffle shuffle.