You know what's wonderful? Feeling all shitty and turdish over the weekend, destroying any chance of fun and outdoorsyness...then waking up Monday morning 100% positive you're about to call in sick for work because laryngitis has confiscated your voice and kept the leaky faucet on in your nose, and feeling GREAT! I mean, not great--but totally functional (editor's note: I just typed that as cuntional...and like it much better. Dear Dictionary writers....).
As the day has progressed, un-adorable symptoms have reared their ugly heads--once again making me feel "less than proper". I've decided if you speak about gross sickness in a British accent it sounds way less disgusting and people still want to be your friend. As long as I say "blimey" after blowing my nose, I think I'll be ok.
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