Hey friends, Sarah here. I wish I could say I was feeling tiptop, but I appear to have brought back the ebola virus from Sundance. It's sorta like my chest is on fire and I'm breathing in
chards shards of glass. Hopefully my meds will save the day before this saga takes a turn for the worst and I start coughing up flaming balls of phlegm. Have I ever mentioned how much I don't like the word "phlegm"?
Other than this ridiculously unfair health setback, things are swell around these parts. I'll tell you more about it soon. Yes, you.
PS- I just looked up symptoms of the ebola virus online, and it actually sounds a lot worse than what I've got. Diagnosis reclassifed to "chest cold".