ok, so the symptoms that i thought were allergies have turned into a COLD. which is funny, kind of, because it is actually quite WARM in the apartment, thanks in no small part to the aforementioned skylights. sorry, that was lame. i know.

SO i am sitting here, stuffy, sweaty, and generally disgruntled. There is a pressure behind my eyes that feels sort of like a vice slowly squeezing a grapefruit from the inside out, and my nose is nothing more than a smoldering cavern of mucus, so yeah, I’m having a great day. y’all should come on over.

on the upside, I am not at work, which is always a fun thing to think about.

on that note, this morning I got woken up by a call from an unknown number. Although normally i do not even answer my phone for friends, much less “mystery callers”, i dragged my consciousness to the fore and groaned a pathetic hello.

caller: is this erin?

me: aaaagh ~snort~ yup

caller: this is [BIG IMPORTANT GUY FROM BIG IMPORTANT ORGANIZATION]

me: dies of shame and embarassment

so let that be a lesson to you. IT IS NEVER A GOOD IDEA TO ANSWER YOUR CELL PHONE. JUST GO AHEAD AND THROW IT AWAY. ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE DELIRIOUS WITH SINUS PRESSURE.

the Cold also has the unpleasant side effect of turning me into a total raving bitch, as follows in a transcript of a conversation I had with katsumi only hours ago:

katsu: hi baby, how are you feeling?

me: well, i would be feeling BETTER if there were any FOOD in this apartment.

katsu: i’m sorry sweetheart, i’ve been out feeding homeless orphans and saving kittens stranded in trees!

me: FUCK THE KITTENS AND THE ORPHANS. THERE’S NOT EVEN ANY GODDAMN BREAD IN HERE. AND SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS UP WITH THESE DIRTY DISHES? YOU NEVER DO DISHES! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

so send your good thoughts to the sweet katsumi, who, at 7PM, will have to come home to a rabid erinirE, hopped up on sudafed and OJ.