I am just sitting here drinking some Alka-Seltzer Plus, waiting for it to click in a little so that maybe when I go to bed I can actually breathe normally and I've come to a decision...
Well, a couple of them actually...first one being that it's cold, so if you'll excuse me I'm going to go get a sweatshirt
Okay, anyway, back to my decision...I've decided that I am no longer a cold girl
You know, the kind that attacks you and makes it hard to breathe? Yeah, I'm not that type of girl anymore
I've decided that I don't like the fact that everything that I eat/drink tastes disgusting and makes me not want to eat anything ever again
I don't like not being able to smell, and when I can smell all I can smell is cold
Example #1: The other at work I was trying to smell a flower that was pretty and blooming, and I couldn't smell it because my nose has stopped working
Exhibit B: As Boyfriend was leaving he asked me if it smelt funny outside...I tried to smell, because that's what my instinct would have me do. But my cold tricked me and made it so I couldn't answer Boyfriend.
I don't like it that when I lay down at night to go to sleep, my nose all of the sudden plugs up. But when I stand up it's completely clear. Nope, not cool.
So, Chief Cold Man Wherever You Are, you are no longer welcome at my house. When you come and knock at the door, there will be no one home. And if we are...well we won't answer to you
I will no longer be accepting dinner invitations, party invitations, swimming invitations, or anything else you will be sending my way
So next time you think of visiting, just don't. Do us all a favor and don't go through the effort, because it will not do you any good
I don't like the fact that you make me sound like a man, and that my voice cracks, and that I have to blow my nose every 3 seconds
I don't like the fact that you cloud my head so that I have infinitely many more blonde moments than I normally do
So, with that, I bid you farewell. May you never appear on my doorstep unwanted ever again
I know I shall not miss you. You, of course, will miss me. It's in your nature, you can't help it. Plus, I am such a fun girl that you would have to miss me really...it's unhelpable (yep, it's a word, I said)
I've heard there are meetings you can go to for these kind of addictions, so good luck with that
Farewell evil cold, may I never see your ugly face again
Now I just need this letter to work and to not have a cold when I wake up in the morning...I'll let you know how that goes