Look out. It's not a pretty picture in Edinburgh today. Although last night was beyond amazing, today was a day of recovery. Surprisingly, however, it was not a hangover I'm recovering from-- it's a head cold from hell.On my way home from Joe and Shonagh's this morning, I crossed the meadows. I was smoking a cigarette, despite my terrible congestion, and I was thinking how I wished I had my camera to take pictures of all of the little boys practicing rugby. Then, all of a sudden, they all started coughing. Then, they started shouting at me, "Smoking kills!" and making a bunch of faces. For the rest of the walk home, I fantasized about how I would kill them. Is that wrong? Ha.
I went grocery shopping, fixed myself a big lunch, and then landed face down in bed. I took some Mucinex, but I'm still feeling like complete shit.
I'd hate my life if it became one of those colds that seems to last for the entire winter.
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