...of my winter cold.
Typically I have this over Christmas. I’m sure it was
delayed as the holidays flew by in a flash. Someone from work couldn’t be
on a call today because they have a sore throat. Give me a break.
I’m talking like Lurch from the Adams Family and can still manage to make
calls.
And I should also mention this is the one time of year that
I have no appetite. So I’ve had no real food, bread, candy or alcohol in
the last 4 days either. This, as you know, does not make for a Happy
Robbin.
And seriously? We can supposedly put men on the moon
but we can’t yet cure the common cold? Pretty sure by the time this is over
I could have purchased a handgun to put myself out of my misery.
My multiple personalities are named Sick and Tired this
week.
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