I was informed the other day by a semi-reliable source that sickness happens when the bugs that normally live inside your brain get out and start taking over the rest of your body. If you’re healthy it means that the bugs are safely ensconced inside your brain. If they get out, though, watch out! Of course, this is the same source that told me once that God lives on a shiny cloud and that girls are icky, so you might want to take that with a grain of salt.
Makes sense to me, though. And those f***ing bugs have escaped and purchased a nice set of two-bedroom condos, one in my chest and two in my throat. The ones in my chest are like the television commercial about mucus – slovenly and irritating but not much more. The ones in my throat, however, have apparently taken up tap dancing. With cleats.
Not much else to report. If I wasn’t forced by economic necessity to visit Cubicle Land for hour after hour and pretend to work, I’d be home right now. As it is, I hop myself up on cough syrup and Echinacea and plod through the endless day.
Okay, that’s enough. Pass the Nyquil.
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