Last night was the first time I left the house since Friday afternoon, when I stumbled home from work with the most ass-kickingest cold ever. We had a dinner that I'm told was delicious (all I could taste in my food was salt, and the wine tasted like really good cough syrup). We danced a little bit, which was really sweet. Then I came home and passed out for 13 hours.
Today I am still having a tough time smelling and tasting, and my throat hurts like a sumbitch. But I feel way more normal than I did yesterday, and I'm not all medicated for the first time in four days. I hereby declare 2007 the year of not getting sick twice a month.
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