I write to you now from my vicodin-induced slightly comatose state. I have the "common cold." It sounds like something mild right? It should be called "common devil illness." It's like the devil has taken residence in my right ear, my throat, my nose, my overall general head area and is flowing through my veins, spreading whatever VIRUS I have infected myself with.
I really gotta stop biting my nails.
In other news, it's a million degrees in new york. I'm slightly sunburned from yesterday's nose-blowing Central Park excursion with Beau, who has become quite unsympathetic to my whines of "I don't feel good." (Granted, I have been saying that phrase hourly for 3 days).
I'm going to go back to watching this millionaire matchmaker marathon instead of writing my two literature reviews, two reaction papers and psychometrics homework. The words are starting to all mesh together and not make any sense. The choices were either: suffer in extreme pain and not see double of everything, or still experience the pain but not really give a shit and see double of everything.
Did I mention I'm also in the midst of a move? And attempting to get an apartment last minute?
