I think I am going to die.
I have had a bad cough for several weeks. I had a cold after the Spring Festival, with fever, cough, and headache. I was better one week late, but the cough still torments me. I had a lot of drugs, and even got intravenous drip （How awesome I am to use this word!）, but it didn't work. How can I be better!
I am lucky in the SC class tonight. There were thirteen students including three boys. There were five beauties and me arround my table. We talked about booking a room in hotel. I won't tell my wife what have happened today.
Arthur was sad and cried tonight. He insisted on sleeping on the big bed. He asked me to sleep on the sofa. Although I agreed him in the past, I still refused this tme. I wanted him to know that he couldn't do everything he want. Arthur couldn't help to stop crying, he sobbed. Finally, I approve that he could sleep on the big bed, and He would be taken back his own bed when He sleep. And, It is the special case.
