I’ve progressed in my Cold From Hell from rivers of snot exiting every orifice north of the equator to a head that feels like a giant lead balloon, coughing up a lung, and a continual non-sense of smell.
Boy, I tell you – do I know how to have a cold or WHAT. You should see my desk right now:
Big toilet paper roll with about 32 wads of used paper stuffed in the middle.
Cereal bowl with leftover Trix that will probably be the last thing I eat today. I can’t taste anything anyway, so what’s the point?
Large bag of Halls Throat Soothers. Watermelon flavor. They’re actually quite tasty.
Gigantic flashlight and a large bottle of carpet cleaner..that’s because my dumbass cat George keeps peeing on the carpet down here. I think I’ve put the fear of God into him though. Hopefully.
So, yeah – good times, good times. My big plan for today is to drink even more nasty Airborne, blow my nose x amount of times, and try to get some work done for LH since I’ll be gone all weekend.