Maybe it's because of the cold which is currently plaguing my life. Or maybe it's all the vitamin C drops I've been consuming because of the cold. Or maybe it was just a bad banana. But at any rate, my mid-morning snack I just consumed was not a tasty banana.
Why is it that colds--no matter what the physical symptoms--always go straight for my brain? I don't just get a cold with sniffles and a cough. I get a brain cold that sucks out all of my intelligence and leaves me a virtual zombie.
I'm lucky that I can type this sentence. (Thank God for spell check.)
I have another question: why is it that whenever I move, I always assume that it will be so easy and that I don't need to pack anything ahead of time? Last night I finally really started packing--and everything is now a mess. Blah.
Why am I so dumb?
Answer: because you have a cold.
Victory! Again, all responsibility is taken from my control. Blame it on a the virus--that not-quite-alive-but-not-not alive-organism. Take that, virus. It's all your fault.
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