Dripping with enthusiasm
My nose drips faster than raindrops off the roof of my house. As the weather has turned cold, it seems I have somehow picked up a cold as well. I am plagued with raking coughs and wake up three or four times a night with a mouth drier than sandpaper. It is at times like these that the human condition seems less than miraculous. In the morning, every breath is a laborious effort and I would be better off to stay in bed, but the American work ethic being what it is, one must show up for work as... Sign in to see full entry.