Remember what I said yesterday about Nyquil? I take it all back.

I took a double dose last night, because the first one wasn't working after an hour, and it still took me hours to get to sleep. I was finally reduced to the old trick I used in my old apartment of opening the window and turning 'round so that my head and feet switched ends of the bed.

Nyquil sucks, man.

I have the most horrible cold!

My nose and lips are peeling so much that it looks as though I have been in close proximity to an atom bomb blast. People are practically running up to me brandishing Geiger counters, and I keep having to tell them that it's just a cold.

And if that wasn't enough, I got my period yesterday.
Will these joys never end?

On Wednesday, the worst day so far, I decided to get a milkshake from the diner downstairs, as they are so easy to drink when you're sick.

So I went down there and asked for a black and white shake. Now, the reason anyone would ever ask for a black and white shake is because they don't like it to be to chocolatey, so dumping half of the chocolate syrup in the world into it kind of defeats the purpose.

So I politely returned the undrinkable swill and he made me a new one, which I discovered upon leaving not only had no syrup in it, but no ice cream--it was just a cup of whipped milk.

I didn't have the energy to confront him, so I put a curse on him instead.

Yesterday the cable guy came to fix my cable, and when he turned on the cable box it worked perfectly well! So he turned around and left, even though I tried to convince him to go outside and check because something must be loose. Last night when I go home it was busted again.

I'm never going to get to watch TV ever again, I can tell.

Check this out! My fractious little community is getting famous! Of course, this now means that my fractious little community is having hysterics about whether the writer snuck onto Diary-L, whether outsiders should be on Diary-L at all, and whether outsiders would be at all interested in what goes on on Diary-L.

I swan, you think your mailing list fights...you need to have a very strong point of view and sense of self to have an on-line diary in the first place, and if you get a bunch of people like that together, duck!

One year ago today:
I'll miss you, Crush Boy...

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