bleck

note the color of my words: it's pretty much the vibe 'round here. tony throws up. and poops liquid. repeatedly. i have head cold that renders me unable to put any of this any better than that. gag, sorry. i am simply toast at this point. and with this cold i have shattering anything resembling an immune system, i will probably be eating only toast. very soon. once the husband and i trade tricks. and that bug befalls me. befalls? what? into tissue. picture me tossing said snot rag to the floor. white little pillows of nastiness create an almost SNOW like surface around the bed...ahhhh...i drift off for a second imagining a clean room and a full clear breath. and winter snowball fights. but then i cough, wheeze and honk again and realize, chances are...THIS is more likely how i will be feeling MOST of the next socalled season. winter: the anti-season.