I’m just coming off a moderate cold I’ve had for the last week. All the classic symptoms — runny, stuffy nose, congestion, slight headache, yellow phlegm — but oddly enough, barely a hint sore throat. It’s been unpleasant to say the least.

A little while ago, Tiana wrote “I look in the bowl after to see how impressive it was. I’m pretty sure you do too”.

This cold has made me realize that I not only look in the bowl (I’m sure Freud would diagnose us as being fixated in the anal stage of psychosexual development), but I open my Kleenex after blowing in it as well, to check for discoloured mucus, phlegm, blood, or bits of brain that may have escaped through my nose.

I’m sick. There’s been a virus going around, started by Mr. Wheaties, propagated by god-knows-what. Wheaties is over it now, and Nick and Trolley are just finishing up. I woke up yesterday with a very slightly sore throat, but this morning the irritation is much more distinguished. I don’t seem to be having any other symptoms though, such as a runny or stuffy nose, which are generally extremely common for me. I’m beginning to suspect I may just have a throat infection, but I won’t be able to tell anything until tomorrow. One thing is for sure though, with the rate that these symptoms are spreading, I’ll be sick for a long time.

The good thing, if it can really be considered a good thing, is that I’ll be able to down some Neo Citran, which tastes like yummy metallic lemonade, or god-awful what-the-fuck-did-you-do-to-these-cherries cherry juice. The best part is how well I sleep after Neo Citran makes me too drowsy to operate heavy machinery.