Hell hath no fury
like a cold scorned.I spoke too soon. That's all there is too it and now I'm losing. Badly. The general of this cold, pulled his forces back, giving me a false sense of security. They laid in wait, perfectly timing everything before striking forth with a furious vengence.
I've been reduced to an achy, quivering, snotty, whimpering mass of humanity. I've got a bit of a cough, but I'm fighting it with stuff...the Nyquil didn't help me sleep..that or i had a touch of a fever.
This isn't good.
posted by Rusty @ 9:32 AM
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