Monday, November 20, 2006

Snotty McSnotterson

I have a cold. Again. I've had a cold for three of the last four weeks. I am so over this crap. I have things to do! I have a stunningly interesting life to lead! I simply cannot be blowing my nose every two minutes.

And, when I skate, I get whipped in the face with my snot every time I jump or spin.

Disgusting but true.

I imagine that all of my late nights have made me more susceptible to colds than usual. I'm a big fan of sleep - it's pretty much my favorite activity - and I haven't gotten much lately. I can't go to bed before Dr. 90210 is over on Mondays. Hockey keeps me out until at least midnight on Tuesdays. I take yoga on Wednesday nights and the ensuing endorphins keep me awake. I mull over that night's Grey's Anatomy instead of going to bed on Thursdays. Friday nights, lately, have been reserved by Colin. And we never go out until late. Saturdays are consumed into the wee hours by Lucy or Colin or by Mom and Dad taking me to a late dinner or by driving to A2 to watch one of Meg's hockey games.

I shouldn't complain. It's only sleep. And, yes, I do feel better when I get more of it. But actually living my life, after existing in such a narrow existence for far too long? That makes me feel pretty darn good, too.

The moral of this story is that you can't win.

Sometimes you get slapped in the face by your own boogers. And you wipe them off. And you gross someone out by telling them about it over dinner. Then, when they smile at your ridiculousness, you forget about how tired you are.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Surfing on the NaBloPoMo randomizer and came across your blog. Bummer on the cold hanging on...and frozen boogers. Nothing worse then boogers. Get well soon!

Anonymous said...

That last chunk of sentences...wanst that a quote from ghandi or something? heeheehee

A said...

Yep. Ghandi was big into figure skating. ;)

 
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