i am not a smack addict!

I hate colds.

Late Saturday I started to feel that familiar, itchy feeling in the back of my throat. An hour later I couldn't breathe. I slept like Ewan MacGregor in Trainspotting, ya know, the baby part. And when I woke up yesterday after 4 hours of broken sleep, I felt like trash. It was as if a giant komodo dragon had chewed me up and spit me out; I was a remnant of my former self.

So I spent all day yesterday in bed, dying. Lots of Benedryl and orange juice, lots of sleep. And today I am fine. Mostly fine anyway, I still have a slightly scratchy throat and I'm all dried out. The lesson for you kiddies? Don't do heroine.

I think I get to spend the day with my darling Melissa today. I'll tell you all about her sometime, but now is now that time. But I will say she is wonderful and makes being over the cold worthwhile.