Coughing and Cash (or the lack thereof)

I'm pretty sure half of one of my lungs is laying in a mucusy mass on the stairs outside my room. This cold that I've acquired from who knows where is quite the thing to deal with. I cant breathe, I am beginning to have coughing fits. Perhaps I was right when I was told my friends I thought I had tuberculosis.
In other news: It's three days till Valentine's Day and I have no money nor any vague idea what I'd get her if I did. This, to me, is becoming unacceptable, on account of I didn't get her anything for Christmas either. Maybe I should make something. But then, what would I make? I could write, but my words don't come as easily as they used to. I'm in a creative block. I have no inspiration, nothing that I haven't done a million times before.

If the entries stop, you'll know I've suffocated on my own body fluids that are pouring into my lungs.

Erro.