Just when I thought it couldn't get any awesomer, it doesn't. Nope, the awesomeness has not increased whatsoever. In fact, the International Standard Awesome Quotient has declined in the last 24 hours in light of a recently discovered cold that must have been contracted from some son of a bitch over the weekend.
My nose is a leaky faucet, yet I can't blow it to clear my sinuses. No, of course not. I feel like I feel OK enough, but I'm drowsy and feel heavy. My hands feel swelled and hot, like little brown sausages lying in the sand.
Thankfully, we all know the secret to beating bodily infections: running and whiskey. The Enthusiast is scheduled to run three miles tonight, and there's Tellamore Dew in the cabinet. Can you see the plan forming?