Tuesday, May 10, 2005
'cos beige lines... blow away!
rang-dang, diggity dang-dee dang, blow!
after proudly blazing through an entire year without sickness, exposing myself to health-compromising conditions [read "four to a hotel room"], at the apex of my travel-free season, i have managed to catch some cooties.
i judged my high school alma mater's dance team tryouts [75 hopefuls = 4.5 hour audition] and sat next to one of my former instructors, sniffling and sneezing. i should have known that walgreen's bag of snot rags on the floor was a little too close for comfort, and i probably should have kept a portion of the judges' chow [gummy bears and baked lays] to myself.
i thought the advil cold and sinus [non-drowsy formula, natch'] would save me, but packed with pseudoephedrine, i was cracked out all day. as someone who used to live on ripped fuel and the like, i never expected to feel so hyped, but my tolerance seems to be way down.
the result? laying in bed until 4:30a with mental diarrhea, feeling like i just snorted big rails of searing sahara sand. nasal passages aflame, i slept on the couch downstairs.
i don't have patience for this -- i'm going to new york to have fun this weekend, damnit.
Posted by P at 1:49 PM