i feel like some mean bully has shoved playdough into my brain when i was asleep, and now my brain is overheating and it is melting out through my nose. i hate cold season. hate. i am really quite bad with saying 'hate' (which is quite a strong word) when i really mean dislike, but i think it's justified in this instance. ugh. sickness.

i wish that you could fight sickness in some physical way. overdosing on vitamin c is not enough. i wish the cold virus would manifest itself in the form of one of those blowup clowns that you punch to the ground and then bounce back at you. then i could beat the living daylights out of the stupid cold virus. no - i could beat the snot out of it. that would it least give you some pleasure. though, i guess, it would be kind of gross if the blowup clown looked sickly and was covered in mucus like the cold virus.

feeling sick robs you of all the small pleasures you take for granted. like breathing through your nose. who really notices breathing through your nose? that nose breathing goes highly unnoticed is a scientific fact. very few people notice nose breathing until it is no longer a viable option for them.

your not even special when you get a cold. i mean, for goodness sake, it's called the common cold. so people don't even feel sorry for you. unlike, if you were to have, say, a 3 alpha methylcrotonyl-Coa carboxylase 1 deficiency.

ranting about how much i hate being sick is not helping nearly as much as i was hoping. i am going to sleep.

also, speaking of viruses, if you feel like losing a few hours of your life to a flash game, try flow.