I had expected this cold to have run its course by now, but it seems it has other plans and will not be rushed. It's not the blerg, nasal discharge oozy, goozy head stuffed with marshmallow fluff, but an eloquent, sophisticated out of sorts feeling with the occasional reminder of blubbery string cheese snot and vocal sneezing.
I'm sick, but I should some how feel sicker.
I'm more than likely in the communicable stage. Typhoid Mary, cousin, runny Roger.
I'm sure it will hit when I least need it.
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