Sniffles for sale
I’m sick. I’m never sick, but I’m sick. Throat is killing me, can’t stop coughing and my nose is running a marathon (I’ve gone through an entire roll of toilet paper blowing my nose in the past 24 hours!). The worst part is every time I blow my nose I cough, which then makes my eyes run. This sucks. But even though I feel like I want to just curl up into a corner and die right now: I have work at 7am. Work sucks. Anybody want to just give me money to be sick? That would be fantastic.
I did have a request though to review a site, and I told them I’d do it this week. So come hell or high water I’ll have at least the title and a ‘yay or nay’ verdict up by Friday, even if I have to write it out on paper and mail it to all…6 of my readers.
Anyway, I’m going to pop a pill and go call my cab in hopes that morning coffee and the joy of spreading this wretched cold to others will make me chipper enough not to die today at work. Tootles.
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