I'm sneezy with many, many non-innocent sneezes. I think a cold is trying to start just in time for the weekend. It has preoccupied me all day long and I've washed my hands like I've got obsessive-compulsive disorder so as not to spread germs. I'm being anal about it this year because one of my co-workers managed to come to work with Influenza A, which then sickened someone else who, in turn, managed to come to work with Influenza A. Nothing like spreading the love.
And while it's amazing they were able to drag their disease-ridden corpse-like selves to work, the fact that they are spreading this nasiest of flu bugs around has me wanting to kick their asses once they get better (the first person is still sounding sick three weeks later for gods' sake--and yes, that's a deliberate apostrophe placement). Honestly, if you have a fever of 103 and are thinking death is a better alternative to feeling like hell, maybe you shouldn't go to work! Just a cranky I-don't-want-the-damn-flu thought.
Being sick in public should be illegal. I mean most of the cold medicine is now behind the counter requiring i.d. and all sorts of signatures so you already feel like a criminal if you want to buy some Nyquil. Making illness illegal is just the next step. From there, you can make stupidity, ugliness, and not tipping your barista illegal as well. How grand life looks when you're catching a cold!
An Erinku:
kitty
curled
ignoring the
blaring tuba
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