woe is me.

it has finally happened. after battling it for so long, my system finally succumbed. now, here i am, nursing a cold. it couldn't happen at a more inconvenient time, what with atlantic city less than a week from now. still, it was bound to happen, especially since i've been stretching myself thin -- preparations for the past recitals, sleeping late trying to gather inspiration, starting a new workout regimen. i just find it odd that the exact moment that i get off of my oj fix (about a gallon per 2 days), i get hit by this lingering sorry excuse of a noseclog.

i've known since the middle of the week that i was bound for this, and i took the necessary precautions: i took enough multivitamins to color my piss a perpetual orange, i ate my fruits and vegetables, i even tried to get my 8 hours plus of uninterrupted sleep every chance i got. in return, i get a throat that burns each time i swallow, lungs that make me sound like i'm underwater gagging on hurl in my regulator, and i've got nasal drip that'll rival any leaky faucet.

nothing else to do but rest. like that's going to happen. oh well. might as well ride this out. pardon me if i don't sound/act/look like myself for a few. to those within close physical proximity of me, i've but one advice: stay out of my way and you ought to be fine.