My sister kept telling me that my almost-like-a-cold-but-not-a-cold-thing was, in fact, just a cold. Well, I didn't believe her because 1-I haven't had a cold in forever. My immune system is impenetrable! and 2- the fact that it started right when I started reading that book. So I decided to do an experiment. As much as I wanted to just push through and finish the book, I decided not to read it this morning and see what happened. Well, I'm not completely back to normal, but I'm infinitely better than I was yesterday. I'm now just sort of vaguely stuffy, instead of miserable and disgusting. So I've decided fuck Pet Sematary! I'm just going to reread Hemlock Grove.