My birthday was last week, and for my birthday Antoine got me a variety of goodies...a new lens for my camera, Phoenix socks (with howling wolves on them) and, in Antoine's true giving fashion, his cold. I started to feel that oh-so-familiar sick feeling yesterday. You know how you can taste that sick taste in your mouth before you actually get a cold!? Yeah, that. But I can't hate on Antoine too much, he did make me a huge pot of soup last night to sustain me throughout the week while he was in Phoenix. Onion soup, yum! And today I don't feel completely miserable...not completely. Although, I have this sneaking suspicion that come tomorrow I will be flailing around in the uncomfortable world of death popsicleness. Come on, you know it...where you can't breathe, it hurts to move your head, and everything tastes like kleenex. Yep, that's what I call being a death popsicle. So, unless by some miracle the vitamin C I've been popping like they're candy cures me, I fully expect to make a trip to the doctor for some antibiotics and spend the entire day laying on the couch, drinking fluids and expelling phlegm.
Stay tuned though, once I'm feeling slightly normal again I've got some exciting posts to share with you all! Until, I cough and hack up crap in your general direction. Good day!