Um thick

There comes a point in the season that’s inevitable to escape. This point marks the first concession where you have to relinquish shorts, t-shirts, and flip-flops and throw on something warmer because if you don’t you’ll catch a cold.

And, it just happened to me.

Since yesterday, I’ve been sneezing and coughing, my body aches, my head thuds, my eyes burn, my throat is dry, my tongue feels fat, I’m thirsty, I’m lethargic and sleepy, and yet, I remain incredibly hot… although that’s probably due to the fever.

The reason for my cold could be one of three situations:

I was cold from the damp and rainy weather all week and didn't wear a warm jacket when outside. Sadly, it was even fuckin' colder at night, and I forgot to add any blankets to my bed.

I was at my niece’s birthday where there were a ton of snot-nosed little rugrats running around, spreading germs, and rubbing themselves all over any object while at the jungle-gym party location.

I was walking around the city, with the crisp air wafting through my newly-shorn locks, after a lovely dinner on Saturday night because I thought it was like a scene from a French film and I didn’t want the romantic feeling to end.

Whatever the reason, I don't look half-bad.

Must be the fever talking again...