Blergh.

One would think that having an apartment that stays regularly at 75 degrees would preclude one from getting a cold. One would think. But hell if I haven’t contracted the plague.

Not that I’m surprised. Ever since college this is when I get sick. It would be a stressful period of finals and papers and chaos and as soon as that was over and I was ready for Christmas break I would get horribly sick and be down and out for a few days. And it’s stayed with me. Ten years after I graduated.

Blecch.

I trekked out this morning around 8 AM and bought some clementines in an attempt to stave off the plague, but to no avail. I also tried shopping away the cold but that didn’t help. So I went home and went back to bed. Didn’t help either.