By God I am such a girly man. With all of the best intentions I started my week. By the end of it I was curled up in a fetal position groaning and wanting to muzzle my dog. I began a horrible cold Wednesday night. It waned Thursday during the day. It gave me enough time to speak in public, jacked up on cold medicine and I know not making much sense. The cold then kept me wheezing for the better part of Thursday night and throughout Friday.
I hate severe colds. What I hate worse is the fact that I feel too old to ask my mother to play nurse-maid and am too single to have a significant other care for me. My running is also on hiatus with bitter highs in the mid 20s.
I tried to watch more Netflix, but found myself napping and watching Law and Order Criminal Intent marathons instead. I've had twisted, twisted dreams. I think I could outsmart Det. Robert Goren if I could only stay awake for a few more episodes.
The highlight for Friday was being able to fix myself some Bean and Bacon soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. Complete awesomeness.
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