Revenge of the Spit

So, I got resick. But only a little bit. On the eleventh day after beginning the Z-pack ("many continue to improve on days 6-10!"), I got a runny nose and sore throat combo. Fucking allergies, spores, mold, palm trees, sinuses, cough syrup, cold pills, and so on. Felt crappy the whole weekend. Then I stayed home yesterday, because I was like "What the fuck!?! Who is going to give a ripe red ass when I work myself into pneumonia? You know who: me!" So I rested my body and my mind, which is really a classier way of saying that I laid around and watched slacker television all day. Today I had a light day, tomorrow I have an even lighter day, and all will soon be well in the land of Shangri La and I will be back to my bitter diatribes about shit that no one really cares about and would really be healthier emotionally and physically if I just let it go. Ahh, unexamined life.