It was drizzling this morning. We got a little too carried over at Chloe’s place last night and didn’t make it home until dawn. She taught me a few magic tricks—turns out, the secret’s all in the mechanics! Meanwhile, Dad successfully managed to pass his flu to his best friend. They hugged each other several times when they were halfway getting drunk. The symptoms hit the guy almost instantly. They’d joked that the whiskey would burn the virus right out. Well, didn’t expect the backfire come this quick right? It’s just the flu; we’ve all had it before. What a night!