I have a cold.
Head filled. Sinuses pulsing. Eyes watering.
Down in my chest now. The wracking cough. Torso so tight it feels like it may split open at the next sneeze.
Lethargy. A generally dismal outlook.
If I could, I would wage all out war against the virus. Damnable thing, wreaking such repetitive havoc in the lives of most every creature to ever grace the face of the earth. Vile bloodsucker. Find your own way in the world, damnable (brainfart here - - insert the word for someone who lives off of, and at the expense of another).
But things could be worse. At lease I get to take Nyquil and sleep for 12 hours!
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