Sick at the Koois. AGAIN! I don’t know why this happens whenever I stay here for long periods of time. Perhaps it’s because I’m so paranoid of getting sick and passing it along to other family members, that I get sick and pass it along to other family members. I’m blaming Will, though. He had the sniffles before I did, and now I have an actual illness. Yes, I am aware that it’s 5:33 in the morning – a rotten time to be awake. Not even the dog is up yet. But I had to get up. I was having weird and scary Harry Potter dreams and was legitimately afraid that someone or something was going to pop up outside the window and Avada Kedavra me. Oh well. Maybe Spongebob is on.