I can’t tell if I’m coming down with a cold, excessively tired, or sick from sitting in a dark meeting room for the past two days. Probably all of the above.
If it is a cold, it’s totally my fault. I’ve been bragging for the past two weeks about how I’ve gotten this far into winter without a single cold, not even a sniffle! I was giving all credit to the copious amounts of green tea and water I ingest, and the beating of my diet coke with lime habit. I’m down to one diet coke a day. Sometimes I even skip days.
Of course my friends are giving me unending shit, which is just what you want when you’re feeling weak and rundown. If I had any energy at all, I would have smote them with the mighty power of my vitriol. However, it’s tough to do any smiting when your face is permanently scrunched up in that trying not to sneeze face.
Now, instead of paying you to paint the kitchen, I’d pay you to bring over some Vicks Vapo Rub and chicken noodle soup. Sadly, I have to go to the bowling alley where I plan to infect them all with my patented brand of could-be cold germs and crankiness.