Sure there is...death, blindness, a broken leg, etc., but at this very minute, I'm home with a terrible summer cold and I'm annoyed as all get out. Seriously, I had a fever yesterday of 100.7! In July?
I'm unapologetically whining. I just returned from an out of state trip to my high school reunion (had a great weekend y'all...good to see everyone), went to work on Monday ready to throw myself back into a project that is going "live" this month, and I had to leave early because I started to feel sick!
I want to hit the gym or something, but as much as I always think that will help me get over a cold faster, it doesn't, so I won't. In fact, I barely had the energy a few minutes ago to fill up my water glass, so getting dressed and finding my running shoes is a pipe dream. Instead, I'm lying helpless on the sofa, bad tv playing in the background, and both of my cats are asserting squatter's rights on my chest.
--Fortuitous Observer
