I nearly went to the moon yesterday. My head already felt like it was in the clouds courtesy of my new cold-ette. The rest of the trip would have been fueled by coffee and Dayquil. Never got altitude and crashed on the sofa instead.
Cold-ette still raging on today, but I bought some red juice to help me feel better. Why red juice? Well, as a child whenever I was sick, my mother would get red juice for its curative effects. Hawaiian Punch, Hi-C--no matter, as long as it was red. The red is the healthy part. (The only downside is that I can not, to this day, drink red juice when well because of the association with illness.)
But that doesn't matter today. And when I am cured, I shall be IMPERVIOUS to germs during finals for the next two weeks.
