I'm doing the classic nose plug with tissue move so I don't soak my face with snot as I sleep.
My nose is running a marathon.
Sure, I can't run to save my life, but my nose can do the Boston. It's so unfair.
The cold/flu/bug/whatever has progressed so that my internal thermostat isn't f-ing with me.
Last night I'd wake up every 3 hours putting more blankets on or tearing them off. I was sweating and freezing. I took aspirin and drank water.
This morning I felt a little better. Less woozy and tonight I treated myself to This Film Is Not Yet Rated at the Parkway to get the lazing on the couch experience you need when you're sick.
Thankfully I spent no money on popcorn because I have NO SENSE OF TASTE whatsoever.
This is tortuous for a foodie (just count the chins) who digs on flavourful food.
We are on the road to recovery, though. We have to be...the police found my car, which can only be an omen for GOOD things!
Woot. (Cough, cough.)