I arrived in California a week and a half ago, and within three days my nose started running and my throat got all scratchy-like. I blamed it on allergies. Why? Because I was allergic to orange blossoms as a kid, flowers in general FOREVER (which sucks anytime someone decides to get romantic/my parents are convinced by the sorority I need flowers), and couldn't breath anytime cotton woods decides the ground looks better covered in their white fluff. These haven't bothered me for several years, but hey, I live in the middle of farm land. Maybe its time, right? Right?
And then I woke up this morning to a huge beetle crawling on my foot and the scream that came out of my mouth sounded like that of a sumo wrestler who'd removed his vocal cords. I've used an entire box of tissues in the last two days, and generally feel like I'm going to die. So it's time to admit it. I have been slain by a summer cold. I'm gonna go curl up in a ball and microwave some soup.
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