fuck you, immune system.
I don't even know.
You would think that after 8 years of taking public transit everywhere, my immune system would be like some sort of cray cray Reaganite Star Wars system raining down lasers on the approaching enemy. But no. All it takes is one small child with the sniffles, an unwanted hug, and a horribly-timed sneeze to have me shivering under a mound of covers.
So it's apple juice and ginger ale and reruns of Mystery Diagnosis for me.
But anyhow, that's where I've been. I'm not dead although I suspect that I've got the black plague.
You would think that after 8 years of taking public transit everywhere, my immune system would be like some sort of cray cray Reaganite Star Wars system raining down lasers on the approaching enemy. But no. All it takes is one small child with the sniffles, an unwanted hug, and a horribly-timed sneeze to have me shivering under a mound of covers.
So it's apple juice and ginger ale and reruns of Mystery Diagnosis for me.
But anyhow, that's where I've been. I'm not dead although I suspect that I've got the black plague.