I’d Better Go Out And Catch It

Ah, the first week of work after a long layoff. Inevitable lack of sleep and exposure to fun new germs leaving me sick…again. The good news is that this seems to be one that’s only affecting my chest and sinuses, and not completely addling my brain like the last cold I had.

The bad news: My nose is running like a leaky faucet. Went through half a box of tissues at work, probably going to wind up going through at least a whole one over the weekend. I’ll be a sight to behold in the crowd at Roller Derby tomorrow, clutching a giant wad of tissues as I cheer hot girls beating the everloving crap out of each other.

For now, I’m going to go hang out with my good friend NyQuil. To quote Denis Leary: “NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you, you giant fucking Q!”

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