I am sick. Apparently, I tend to get sick around this time. Makes sense; the weather always changes dramatically (75° instead of 68°! The horror!) come spring. Or is it summer yet? The time, where does it go? My youth, it is fading...I am in my mid-20s! Shit!
I don't think the Nyquil is properly out of my system quite yet.
I will be relying on Dayquil to get me through my bar shifts. I don't need the full use of my brain and body to work these other jobs, but I need to at least be not leaking mucus into $8.50 draft Belgians, if I can help it.
I keep rereading that sentence and it is so grammatically incoherent that I don't even know where to start making it make sense. There I go again! Let that be a testament to the fuzziness this sickness is causing my brain...to be...oh god.
My left eye was swollen shut when I woke up this morning, coated in dried eye goop. I make note of this because it's one of my supersecret pleasures to chip away at dried eye goop. Additionally, I am disgusting. The eye is still awkwardly swollen, so maybe I will make tonight a sunglasses-at-night themed evening. I suspect this is one of those good-idea-when-your-brain-is-floating-in-a-pool-of-mucus, maybe-not-so-much-in-other-people's-non-illness-affected-reality things.