or as my dad used to say in his silly accent made sillier by whining, “honey, i don’ feel goooooood.”
the baby upon whom i sit made me sick. nothing terminal, just a really annoying cold that is making me sneeze WAY more than normal and making me wish i had purchased stock in kimberly-clark. while i get the migraines and have the bad allergies, i usually don’t catch bugs (maybe a cold every 3-4 years… however i had a nasty bout of bronchitis summer of last year).
there’s a chance that my immune system is somewhat weakened by stress lately.
since it’s bad form to blame a somewhat medically fragile baby for making me sick, i decided yesterday that it’s erik‘s fault. even though he’s in california, he warned me against drinking to excess on saturday night – which i heeded. however, he did NOT warn me about having a good, healthy immune system last week.
so it’s totally his fault. and i told him so, too.
in other news, this is funny.
in other, other news, i have 39 pages of papers left to write and one nine (9!!) hour final until i can be finished with this quarter forever.