ILL... ium. hehe

is this the face that launched a thousand snot rockets and burned countless forests worth of tissues?

-_-

i think my body may have taken matters into its own hands, as i refuse to give it sleep, and turned me into a narcoleptic. sunday night, i came home and started changing into my pajamas, but apparently never really made it through all the way. note of caution to all, it is a bad idea to fall asleep sans clothing on top of your sheets. i woke up feeling congested, which is normal, but by the time yoga ended, the congestion was only worse. i felt myself spiraling downward all through work, and now i am here, tuesday morning, sitting in bed at 11:15, getting ready to go to work 3 hours late. and blogging. so maybe like 3 hours and 15 minutes late.

ugh. i feel like death. i look like death. i sound like death. i should get a goddamn gold medal for going into work like this. or quarantined and labeled a biological terrorist. the papers will call me the snot bomber.