I need a new nose

You know what’s fun?

A cold.
At any given point in time, I am either sneezing or blowing my nose, or both. I’m pretty sure that my nose has turned into Niagara Falls. This is inconvenient because there is no nice Canadian side; there is only the ugly American side that is a tourist trap hell. And there are no pretty rainbow lights to shine at night. There is only the 6 million cubic feet of “water” falling every minute.

In the past 24 hours I have used more tissues than I have in my whole life combined. Yesterday I drank 4 different cups of tea. I would love to stay home & drink more tea, and get fully better so that tomorrow when I’m on an all-day, 3-plane, trip across the country, I will not be un happy. But no. I have to go to “work.”

The real joy comes when I sneeze or blow my nose and someone says “Uh oh! Sounds like you’re getting sick!” Then I say “Yes, I have a cold.” Then they make a “joke” and tell me not to infect them. This happens every time. When you are as cold-ridden as me, it happens a lot. It gets real old, real quick. The whole thing is old. I’m done with it.