People, the only thing getting me through this day is the fact that at 8PM tonight I get to watch ANTM’s resident hippie chick suffer the twin indignities of both a bad weave and said bad weave’s removal.
Tuesday it was just a chest thing. Then yesterday it was a chest AND head thing, which I thought warranted a sick day. I think I was out of bed for grand total of 6 hours, which sounds much more fun than it actually is, and which nearly drove Winston Churchill to the brink of insanity with boredom. Until he remembered that he too likes to nap.
Today it is just a head thing. One would think that that would be better. One has been sadly misinformed. But I’m back at work anyway, racking up increasingly less and less sincere calls of ‘bless you’ as the day goes by. Sorry folks. I don’t like it anymore than you do.
And as a personal aside to the universe: What’s the deal with two brutal colds in one season? When did I become so fragile? If this keeps up, I’ll have to start bringing smelling salts with me wherever I go and shouting things like ‘Well, I nevah!’ at all passing young people.