It's the middle of summer in NYC and I have the worst cold ever. It sucks. I'm possibly taking far too much Advil to counteract the headaches. I can't eat yet I'm so hungry. My nose is running like a child who can't control their bladder. And I have a mosquito in my room that I can't catch because my reflexes aren't sharp enough. F***! I've resorted to watching re-runs of
Charmed, dreaming of home cooked meals, and imaging Wild Bean coffee being drip fed to me (yes, I went there).
Enough feeling sorry for myself. I'm in New York. I'ma go do something fun.
☮ Morgs
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