According to my father, when a person with a cold coughs into the air, 15,000 germs hit the air, flying around until they find weakless hosts to grab onto. Today, I am one of those people with the millions of germs just lining up to be forced out of my throat by the wicked wind. At work, my short, Asian co-worker also had a cough and shared a ricola with me to aid in the healing process.
The cough season is the worst of all seasons. Not only is it too cold outside for any of us normal people to enjoy, but it is also a time of raspy voices and bad hair days.
It's half past six. Maybe if I go to bed by seven, I'll fight these germs to their death.
About Me
- Rece
- Unique. I'd say I'm unique. U for undeniably funny, I don't even have to try to be funny, it comes naturally. N for nifty, as in I have a nifty taste of a favorite color: purple. I for intelligent, I reads lotsa smart people books. Q for quirky, my hair sticks up a bunch in the back. U for unplanted, I've done me a lot of traveling in my day. And E for every day is an adventure, because I like to ride bikes and stuff.
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