Thursday, May 27, 2010
I belong in a petri dish
I think I have created the super-germ.
The hacking, sniffling, fever, shivering, wheezing, snotting cold is just about to overcome me. I now can't imagine life without a kleenex and an antibiotic schedule.
I think it has gone away, and dang-it if it has hung around for another day. Maybe I need an exorcism.