A demon cold has decided to use my body as a host, and I still haven’t found a cold medicine that doubles as an exorcism. This is exactly why I hate winter: first a case of Strep Throat and now this.
Last night I took some nighttime cold medicine in hopes of getting a full night of sleep. I did! However, waking up this morning was a bitch. I slept through my alarm clock, woke up dizzy and had the general symptoms of a Las Vegas bender. The good news is I didn’t have to worry about where I lost my panties or whether or not I really did dance on top of a table in the middle of a crowded bar. So I’ve got that going for me.
The bad news is I have no idea what the remedy for a cold medicine hangover is. Somehow I don’t think greasy eggs and a Bloody Mary is going to solve this one. Instead, I’m going to try a lot of coffee and a day filled with sarcasm. It’s really all I’ve got at this point.