Want cheese with that whine?
In a few hours I will be sitting in a darkened theatre, watching one of my favorite novels come to life... or attempting to watch, anyway, if I don't zonk out in the opening credits.
As previously noted, I have a cold. And not just any kind of cold, but the WORST COLD KNOWN TO HUMANKIND. (Almost.) And these germs, these salacioius, ridiculous, evil, bastard germs-- DESPITE buzzing around a room full of equally-heinously stressed-out human beings-- chose to breed in MY nasal cavity.
My head is stuffy. My teeth are sore. I'm chilled but I'm not feverish. I have the lazy, flat affect of someone who's smoked 6 bags of marijuana and, on good sneezes, I display the incontinence previously known only by pregnant women and octogenarians. My nose is so drippy I cannot even smell my baby girl's soiled diapers.
The only joy I get from such misery is knowing that in an hour and a half I will be standing outside in 40-degree weather, waiting in a line full of freaks, geeks and preteens, dreaming of the moment I can sit comfortably in a popcorn-strewn environment and infect the entire crowded theatre.
Gawd, it's true: misery does, indeed, love company.
As previously noted, I have a cold. And not just any kind of cold, but the WORST COLD KNOWN TO HUMANKIND. (Almost.) And these germs, these salacioius, ridiculous, evil, bastard germs-- DESPITE buzzing around a room full of equally-heinously stressed-out human beings-- chose to breed in MY nasal cavity.
My head is stuffy. My teeth are sore. I'm chilled but I'm not feverish. I have the lazy, flat affect of someone who's smoked 6 bags of marijuana and, on good sneezes, I display the incontinence previously known only by pregnant women and octogenarians. My nose is so drippy I cannot even smell my baby girl's soiled diapers.
The only joy I get from such misery is knowing that in an hour and a half I will be standing outside in 40-degree weather, waiting in a line full of freaks, geeks and preteens, dreaming of the moment I can sit comfortably in a popcorn-strewn environment and infect the entire crowded theatre.
Gawd, it's true: misery does, indeed, love company.
posted by @traciAWESOME
1 Comments:
I hope your cold faded away when the screen lit up with the latest HP offering, and that today will be a healthy one for you!
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