Thursday. I'm finding it difficult to believe that I've pretty much slept through the past four days. Well... sleep, gulp down medication, stumble to the bathroom and back into bed... you get the idea. I think the most interesting occurance was Matt's very disgusted reaction at discovering my used kleenex pile next to my side of the bed. He then reminded me of the trash can in the corner. But the very reason that I had a pile was because the trash can in the corner is very close to where his head is when he sleeps and being lazy and having bad aim, I thought it would be better to throw them away later instead of risking hitting him in the head with a used wad of tissue in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, our sense of what later is differs quite a bit.