My nose is running like a faucet, and my sinuses are all messed up. I hate it...
I'm a pretty independent guy, but when I don't feel well, I can become a big baby. And sick time, for me, is the only time that I really get melancholy for the days of yore. You know, old relationships, good times with old friends I don't see anymore, that kind of thing.
Time to pick myself up and make some dinner - I have to go back to work in a couple of hours.
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