Cold Season Humbling
After spending all of 2025 without catching a cold, I thought I had officially made it when I rang in 2026 feeling perfectly fine.
Little did I know that just a couple of weeks into the new year I’d end up with a nasty cold that later turned into a lingering cough 
A Controlled Environment
If you know me in real life, you know I do everything in my power to avoid getting sick — especially when it’s something preventable like the common cold.
I’m a bit of a germaphobe, so I tend to stay away from people who are sick or sneezing.
Funny story: back in elementary school, at the height of my germ paranoia, I used to walk around with a little bottle of hand sanitizer in my pocket, haha. I was deathly afraid. Ok, maybe not deathly afraid, but I was clearly paranoid about it.
Uptown Girls Was Right
My sister jokes that I’m the male version of Dakota Fanning’s character Ray in Uptown Girls.
I had never seen the movie before, but I finally watched it this winter while I was sick and… yeah, I'm totally her, LMAO 
The rigidness.
The paranoia over order and rules.
The slightly obsessive behavior while being emotionally distant + hyper critical.
That’s basically me.
While I don’t carry sanitizer in my pocket anymore, I do keep one in my car’s center console and another on Pinkie’s leash (she's my Frenchie)
So I guess the paranoia never really left 
Avoiding sick people usually does the trick… but somehow this time I still caught it.
When the Routine Breaks
And truth be told, I become very cranky whenever I’m uncomfortable (i.e. sick)
(Okay… maybe that’s just me all the time.)
But seriously, who the hell enjoys being sick?
What made it worse was that it completely halted all the content I wanted to publish because I lost my voice.
And of course, this is exactly when all my fags started messaging me like:
“Can you call and drain me on Telegram?”
“Can you record you holding the receipt I paid for and call me a faggot?”
Audio this.
Audio that.
And I couldn’t do any of it.
Very annoying.
Even more annoying was the raspy voice and the cough that lingered for weeks.
Not being in control isn’t fun, especially for someone like me who thrives on discipline and routine. Getting thrown off schedule isn’t something I enjoy.
But hey… that’s life.
Business Continues as Usual
Even while I was sick, my boys continued doing what they’re supposed to do, taking care of things.
Some bought me soup.
Some had my medicine delivered.
Others checked in and continued their debt contract payments.
So really… business went on as usual.
I stayed home, watched movies, ate soup, rested my voice, and the money kept rolling in.
That’s the beautiful thing about having a stable of dedicated boys who exist to serve you.
A short video I recorded during Sniffle Season:
Sniffle Season Receipt Reimbursements
Below are some of the receipts and things my boys took care of during late January and early February when all this went down.
I lived on soup! I had a lot of soup ordered and of course, my boys all took care of it.
One of my boys got me a humidifier. Here's the video I sent him:
J to the rescue as always: He brought over a care package + checked up on me frequently
No need to pay for delivery when J will deliver it for free! (medicine)
Sniffle Season is Over
Even during sniffle season, nothing really stops my fagcash business.
The routine might slow down… but it never breaks.
And neither do the payments.
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Writing Soundtrack 
This post was written while listening to:
Brace Yourself! — Solitary Experiments
It will get you through tough times.
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