A Case of the Mondays
Yes, it's true. I am sick once again. I feel the tingling of a cold sore on my upper lip and my lips in general feel like they've been dehydrated and run over a cheese grater. My nose is non-existent yet it still manages to produce snot and sneezes. Go figure. There is a canker sore or some other sort of bump on the tip of my tongue but it's not like it matters. My tongue no longer serves the purpose of taste. It's just an accumulator of some white, pasty mess reminiscent of bird doo. When I wake up, my teeth are coated in it, too. I hope no one's reading this over any sort of meal but guess what? I don't care. I'm sick and effing tired of being sick and effing tired. To top it off, stupid 24 premiere preempted my Fox Sunday night cartoons and that fills me with ire. I found some dumb bugs, a cockroach and some other pinchy looking devil, and now they have to bomb my apartment. GIVE ME A BREAK. Sigh. K. That's all. Pity party, table of one. I'm all set. Thank God for Starbucks Venti Zen & Refresh tea with three honeys. Seriously.