Awful is how I'm feeling. Thanks for asking. I feel this way because of an unexpected allergy attack. Sort of redundant; unexpected and attack are synonymous I suppose. The point is that I have not been under the weather to the extent that I am right now in a bit. It's just miserable when you are plagued by allergies. There is not much that can be done for you, you simply have to ride it out. I feel bad complaining about this 'ailment' because there are far worse health scenarios. Just having a pity party vs a super fun, super amazing, Super Bowl party. I shall survive and will breathe/taste the sweet flavor of Matzo Ball soup and a fresh, delicious petty four that the Bub got me from the Pub(lix) again.
It's not like we were planning anything over the top for the Super Bowl. I was supposed to work in fact and get ready for school tomorrow. I am starting a master degree in New Media Journalism. This little setback has created an extreme lack of energy and enthusiasm for anything other than Kleenex or icing my face. Yes, I am sitting here with ice rolled in a towel and pressing it to my swollen nose and rosy red cheeks. I pray this passes overnight and I wake up bright eyed, bushy-tailed, even skin-toned and overly eager to start Monday. In regards to feeling less than stellar, I believe a wise person once said, "Ain't nobody got time for that." Well said, my friend.
Cheers to those enjoying the game, enjoying the festivities and to those breathing through their nose, able to close their mouth.
Some party favors for a super, sicky good time:
The little rat gets cozy awfully quick in my best attempt at a "I don't feel well, wish my mom was here, I'm just gonna post up here" couch bed. Does her audacity surprise me? Absolutely not. She won't stop here either; she'll be on top of my chest as soon as I crash again. Welcome to my furry world.
Feeling pretty defeated nasally speaking,
Meggie
It's not like we were planning anything over the top for the Super Bowl. I was supposed to work in fact and get ready for school tomorrow. I am starting a master degree in New Media Journalism. This little setback has created an extreme lack of energy and enthusiasm for anything other than Kleenex or icing my face. Yes, I am sitting here with ice rolled in a towel and pressing it to my swollen nose and rosy red cheeks. I pray this passes overnight and I wake up bright eyed, bushy-tailed, even skin-toned and overly eager to start Monday. In regards to feeling less than stellar, I believe a wise person once said, "Ain't nobody got time for that." Well said, my friend.
Cheers to those enjoying the game, enjoying the festivities and to those breathing through their nose, able to close their mouth.
Some party favors for a super, sicky good time:
The little rat gets cozy awfully quick in my best attempt at a "I don't feel well, wish my mom was here, I'm just gonna post up here" couch bed. Does her audacity surprise me? Absolutely not. She won't stop here either; she'll be on top of my chest as soon as I crash again. Welcome to my furry world.
Feeling pretty defeated nasally speaking,
Meggie
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