Wait… is that my lung?
It seems the cold I had over Thanksgiving decided to take a vacation to points more Southern. Liking the weather so much, it has decided to take up permanent residency in my bronchial tubes. *hack**hack* Any day now I expect to cough up a lung. Oh well… don’t really need those, now do I?
They say it’s all in the timing. Damn baby, this virus is gifted. Nothing like being ill beyond my usual mental state during Finals. My way of dealing with this is the patented “on again, off again” approach. In class one day, in bed the next. I’m managing. Really… I am.
I have nothing witty to say today. Ok. I never really have anything too witty to say–but this time, even I don’t find myself funny. You know you are sick when you can’t laugh at your own jokes for fear of hacking up soft tissue. I did get an email today from “POPS” who made gave me my first honest laugh in awhile. Ordinarily, this would be a good thing–but considering my state of agony, he will be forgiven, eventually! Check him out.
And now, for your giggling pleasure, his comments…
Greetings:
You know I am deeply worried that I have offered strong drink and encouraged lying to some one with an email that starts “futureclergy.”
Am I a bad person?
Later, Pops
Yeah, yeah, yeah… save all your crack-pot comments about how I was already corrupted for your own blog site. *pfft*
