cough cough

It's funny how some things sneak up on you without you realizing it; hunger, exhaustion, full bladders... COLDS. Isn't it weird? I mean, this was a particularly busy weekend (i.e. particularly profitable as well), so I should've seen this coming. When I work hard, and a lot, and frequently, with little time for proper nutrition or rest, I tend to get sick. But other than that, there were no warning signs. It was out with Jackson last night; up, sick and irritable today.

I hate being sick. I mean, I know noone enjoys it, but I think the common cold is the worst of em all. Why? Because I'm not incapacitated. I mean, I can basically function fine (and I certainly don't have justification to call out of work), I just feel crappy while I do it. I'm not even all that tired, so I can't just go to bed, 'cause I'll just toss and turn and be miserable and not be able to sleep. So I'm here, bitching to you. I know what you're thinking: what a wuss. You're right. Nah, I'm not really that bad, I don't think. I try to take care of myself; rest up, drink fluids, etc. Just, uh... just don't talk to me too much. You might get snapped at...