I don't think there is much I hate more than being sick these days. I still have to go to work, because it isn't acceptable to run home to mommy and tell her you feel terrible, have her take care of you all day, and miss work when you're 27. I miss being 9. One third of my current age was a much more blissful time in life.... but I digress, and badly at that. This week was a recovery from the weirdest/longest Friday night of my life, a great trip to Pittsburgh as the greatest spare tire, aka 5th wheel of all time, and then my body decided to shut down and let me catch a nasty cold that I awoke to Monday morning. Nothing says "a case of the Mondays" like the inability to breathe through your nose and a sore throat. Not only that, but the entire lack of energy I have this week while recovering was a nice cherry on top. Well despite my trauma inducing viral infection, I have survived the week and am ready for the weekend. Which starts off, how else, ...
