Feeling It. . .
Mark this one on your calender. I am sick, but thankfully it's not the cooties known as the flu. Just some irregular cold virus which is giving me fits in my throat and now down into my lungs. I'll spare you the gory details.
The upside to all of this is not having to work. We've had a rash of absences and illnesses around the office and I guess it was simply a matter of time before an employee passed off some spore onto my mucous membranes. I haven't missed a day of work from illness in over three years and I take pride in my fortified constitution when it comes to battling the unseen, microscopic monsters of our world.
Nothing says good times like Nyquil, but the downside of that is my brain power has been diminished and this irks me because I have nothing but free time on my hands. I've tried writing some blog posts excoriating the Democrats, Prez-dent Obama and Congress in general for the last few days of melodrama I've been reading about, but I can't seem to get anything reasonably coherent into pixels.
Alas, I'll draw another swig of the lovely Nyquil and as it sloshes around in my mouth, I cannot ignore the subtle reminders of Jagermeister. The similarities are uncanny. Although, I've never woken up keeled over in the snapdragons while taking Nyquil.
