Friday, April 10, 2015
I wish I was dreaming right now.
I wish the horrendous head cold that I seem to have acquired...
was only a figment of my imagination.
I am stuffed up.
I am dripping.
I am hacking.
My teeth hurt. My eyes ache. I can't breathe.
I am miserable.
I am anxious to have some energy.
I don't particularly care for air travel:
Being cooped up with strangers....
I've flown three times this year.
I have come away with souvenir colds on two of those occasions.
Next time I'm gonna wear a face mask.
I don't care how silly I look.
I'll be the lady in the bubble!
Maybe they'll even give me priority seating.
Heck... they wouldn't even give us peanuts!
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