Cure-all

In order to finally recover from this endless misery that has somehow been deemed merely a "cold," I'm going to need to do two things:

1. Watch the O.C. endlessly. (There's something healing about Seth Cohen. What can I say?)
2. Have hours-long conversations about everything and nothing at all. (Talking apparently distracts my throat from attempting to close in on itself and keeps my lungs from their attempts at complete shut-down.)

Once these have been accomplished, I feel certain that things will return to relative normalcy here at being jennifer garrett. (Hey, I said relative.)