Thanks, California Weather.

The cold everyone seems to be getting has kindly migrated it's way over to me. Quite suddenly, too. Saturday night I was out having drinks with my best friend for her birthday, early Sunday morning, boom, sore throat accompanied by a stuffed up nose.

Within a blink of an eye my plans for the week have been tarnished. Goodbye plans, hello bed. Don't get me wrong, I love my bed with all of my little beating heart, just not as much when I've been confined to it for three days.

Thanks to my crappy immune system this cold isn't going to let up unless I rest and do all the necessary things one is supposed to do to rid a cold. Which consist of: Drinking lots of fluids (water, hot tea), sleep my days away, and eat soup. I'm sure the jack in the box, pepsi, and pizza I had today weren't exactly helpful. I couldn't help it, each were just so good. What I could taste of them. I discovered that due to my cold screwing up my taste buds, I can get through a whole bag of Flaming Hot Cheetos. Normally I am a wimp and can only eat a couple of them before needing to chug a bunch of water to cool my burning mouth. One small upside, I guess.

The only REAL upside would be this cold kicking rocks ASAP. My poor little nose is raw and as red as Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer from constantly blowing it. I get up for too long my stomach starts churning, my head spins and I am over this whole ordeal.  Sadly all I can do is let this menace of a cold play it's course. In the meantime, I will keep my fingers AND toes crossed that it migrates out of my system sooner rather than later.