The Plague has returned.
And so I sit, coughing up my one remaining lung as I pretend that I'm not going to infect everyone around me.
I'm guessing Washington doesn't love me so much seeing as I have been sick THE. WHOLE. TIME. that I've been here.
It wouldn't be so bad if my constant hacking didn't leave me feeling like I was going to burst a blood vessel in my brain.
Or like I was going to lose control over my bladder.
But my abs have never been stronger.
It's all about the silver lining my friends.
Never mind that I haven't been able to sing in a month.
Or that I can't get through a full sentance without coughing in someone's face.
Or that you can smell menthol cough drops through my skin.
Anyone up for chicken noodle soup?