Might I suggest, for anyone who feels like getting me Hanukkah presents, 8 bottles of Nyquil, or 8 boxes of sudafed, or 7 boxes of tissues and spit cup.

Because it appears I have a cold.

I went to sleep with a sore throat, my only natural predator. I took around 12 advil over the course of the day, that is how much I hate sore throats. A sore throat means I can't talk, and if I can't talk, I might as well just die. I figured after the 12 advil I would either wake up better, or with one really cool stomach bleed. Finally read the warnings on the bottle, too. Something about "continual use may increase risk of stroke or heart attack". Which is encouraging.

I woke up, sore throat gone, but still tender. And now I have a sweet case of the sniffles. And who doesn't love a guy with a continually runny nose and well-placed sneezes?

Oh, and as a reward for all this sickness, I get to go to work, where I am surrounded by sick people. I do so love my job, sometimes.

At least I got paid today. And it is friday. And the sx-70 blend film that constantly comes out overexposed actually works quite well when the only lighting is my computer screen. And I have an awesome girlfriend(let's see if she reads these all the way through).

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