*Sniffle, sniffle*

Colds and Redford, or, Paige’s typical Wednesday night:

I’m sniffling for two reasons right now:
One, I “hab” a cold.  *sneeze* Mmmkay.
(And seeing as I have a headache my dorm is noisier than any Wednesday night I’ve experienced recently, of course.)
The other reason I’m sniffling is because I’m reading the background of the new All is Lost movie.  I’m so excited for it, you have no idea.  But, my dear followers, if I read these reports right it seems that it’s going to be my beloved Favorite Person Ever struggling to survive.  All alone.  For a whole movie.
I’m going to be an emotional mess.
Last time we were at WalMart roomie and I picked up a package of SIX GIANT KLEENEX BOXES.  We did the math and we basically have somewhere in the neighborhood of seven hundred tissues at our disposal.  This might seem like a lot, but between this cold and me imagining my beloved Favorite Person out alone in the middle of the ocean, those tissues will probably be gone in a few weeks.  (And that’s assuming I don’t watch a depressing movie.  Which is highly unlikely.  I love my depressing movies.)

This has been a pointless post from pointless Paige, who actually did sneeze while she was writing this.  It’s going to be a long, cold medicated night.  Time to break out the DVDs.