Tuesday, August 14, 2007

I know I'm not the first to say it, but...

Let me just reiterate how much I think summer colds suck.

I mean, your tired, achy a bit of a fever, then you have to go outside where it's 100 degrees which makes the feverish feeling even worse, then, as if things aren't bad enough, you have to stop at the dry cleaners to pick up some shirts and you get blasted with 150 degree temps and 150 percent humidity so you're sweating all over yourself as you wait in line and when its finally your turn you're sweat is dripping onto the credit card receipt when you're trying to sign your signature, which looks nothing like your name because you're hands are still shaky from the overdose of that NyQuil/Sudafed cocktail that you took at 1:20 a.m. because you've got to get some kind of sleep, even if it's just a drug-induced coma and you feel so shitty you don't even notice the Leawood police cruiser as you pull out of the dry cleaners parking lot and the best you can manage is a contrite wave for cutting him off and hope he doesn't pull you over because you'd never pass a field sobriety test in your condition and when he passes you without taking notice you're just relieved and turn up the air conditioner in you car to full blast to try to dry your perspiration-soaked shirt as much as possible before you get to the parking lot at work and have to trudge through the heat again to get to your cube where you can brain-dump the morning's events onto a cheesy, poorly-written blog post, publish it, then curl up into a fetal position under your desk.

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  1. Wow, and all in one sentence.

  2. I'm right here with ya. During my fever-induced chills I went outside, desperate to warm up.

  3. OMG Pom, I did the same thing. My feet were like icicles but I was sweating. I put on a SWEATER and went out on the back patio where it was like, 93 degrees, for about 15 minutes.


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