Well, here I am, sitting in bed, I just woke up from a nap, trying desperately to sleep off my cold. Because there's this thing I realllllllyyy need to sing for on Friday night.
Gosh darn it.
I am practically floating in echinacea tea and green tea and seltzer water. My neti pot is glued to my right hand. I have eaten more mucinex than food, and all I can think about is blowing my nose.
Lord, I pray, don't let it turn into a cough.
Sorry to bitch. As some wiser people than me have said: this too shall pass.
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