The crazy weather here is wreaking havoc on my immune system. I’ve got a cold, which I fought valiantly (or at least denied vehemently) until it was apparent that I was going to have the sniffles and a sore throat regardless of the volume of Airborne I consumed. And the best part is, when I talk my voice is reminiscent of Johnny Cash – totally in the basement. If I could play guitar, I’m pretty sure I could do a passing fair impression, except for the sneezing…
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