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Ketch(cough cough cough)ing up
For the full sensory experience of this post, please imagine a gut wrenching 50 year 4-pack a day** cough every sentence or so.
**I've never smoked at all but when I get a cold I sound like Nicotene Nelly.
1. Lamest movie line: "Love means never having to say you're sorry." I'd gag just thinking about it, but I'd go into a coughing fit.
2. Hangovers: My body chemistry must be very different. I've never felt good enough from drinking a lot to make it worth how bad it feels to be hungover and that pretty much keeps me counting how much I drink.
3. Being sick and living alone is really crappy. There's no one to rummage around the medicine cabinet looking for the thermometer or run to the 24-hour drugstore to get more Nyquil and cough syrup. I've been in bed about 60 of the last 72 hours. Ugh.
Cough cough.
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